Look ma I’m on TV!

It was the suicide channels daily freefall explosion show. A man flimsies on the edge of a
building like a paper bag in a windstorm stuck to a tree. He was drunk and it seemed he
was angry until he smiled at the camera and gave the thumbs up, said “Hi Mom” for the
300th time and leaped. Did he want to be a celebrity for those 15 minutes. A little glitter for
him since nothing in his life: -SPLAT- He thuds on the blacktop like a player after a
monstrous playground dunk, ground zero, two points, the crowd goes bananas, say-ay-ay
goodbye to life, pure pandemonium. His brains and bent corpse on the sidewalk. He lay
there in sweatpants a dingy T smothered in grease and soda stains while those on Tv
watched the falling. The plummet was played back in slow-mo with commentary, and they
zeroed in on the moment he knew he had made a mistake, and closed in on his face looking
like he just had tasted shit, screaming “NO!”

HI MOM!!!

During free fall he returned to a memory.

Sun heavy hot, not a cloud to see, grass green, he is at thee park of his childhood asking a
Jewish boy if they glue their hats to their heads. The Jewish person tells him the truth and
points to a group of girls in a circle playing with dolls. The kid runs over and baseball slides
scattering sand all over the doll party. All the girls begin laughing and he’s feeling grand.
Until he sees one staring at him as if he is crazy. She holds her hand up to her mouth miming
awe while the others giggle:

Anywhere there is happiness there is suffering in more abundance …

The channel only turned the subjects into entertainment.

Skinny rails check out this monstrous pile of loser.

Self esteem for them becomes a marble monument 80ft high, thicker than crimson blood
crystallized.

Peels of laughter in shiny grime soaked pails reaching to build towards God.

“Holy Shit,” stumbled in between hee-haws and ‘did you see the face on that one.”

YES WE ALL DID!

AND AT LEAST TV IS MORE REALISTIC NOWADAYS