--Elite Writer Alias: BlueTorcher Name: Sierra Wallace ASL: f/15/ underwater Bio: [ Quick Bio ] Website:[ Website ] Days Away: 9 Life Story: Like a bad tv drama [ Ignore User ]
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What I came here to SAY was... Don't those people annoy you? You stand there, waiting... looking up that long really hurts your neck!, and they just hang there, waiting for a bigger audience. There was a jumper story that I LOVE, southern of course, the guy picks a parking garage outside a hotel with a big convention of some kind going on, out-of-towners horrified that they're going to see Mr. Homeless splat, and the news media comes, and he stands them off on the top level, and demands? A bag of McDonalds, of course. (Hey, he's Homeless, that should tell you that this is going to be an interesting stand-off of possible schizophrenic brilliant proportions.) He then negotiates the bag location, cuz they're not going to give him the bag until he comes down, and he wants his McDonalds bag AND his media attention, so no, he won't come down. So the cops there open the bag and eat the french fries and all of the food in front of him, taunting him how good it all is and to come down and have some, further setting him off to pace around and put on a show. After about 2.5 hours of this b.s., they figure he's not going to jump, and obviously their necks hurt, so they pack up their cameras and leave. The horrified conventioneers have lost interest now and are back to their meeting with the shades down, no longer watching, and the sack of food is eaten. Mr. Homeless accomplished nothing. So, he agrees to have a cop come up to talk to him, to "further negotiations" and when the cop gets up there and advances on him, he gets on the edge threatening to jump, and the cop pushes him off. He falls a WHOPPING 4 stories, crashing into a bush below that breaks only a few of his bones and he's arrested for multiple things. He never gets the McDonalds, either.
What is the point to all this? Oh yeah... That jumpers are a real pain in the neck :)
Hi, thanks for commenting on my write. Rhyming is my weakness. I can't write or read free verse for some reason and I only write when the mood strikes me (which is only once a year or so unless I am having something going wrong in my life)
But anyways, thank you for reading it. That alone means something to me.