LIFE

No matter how bad you beat me
No matter how much you try to hurt me
No matter what damage you think you can do
I have been there before
You can kick me and curse me
You can ignore me or ridicule me
You can't do anything that has not been done before
I am still alive
Only I can kick my ass the best
Only I can really destroy me
Only I have the power over me
I have something to be thankful for

Brains splattered on the side walk of the jumper who plummeted 14 stories to his death on Remsen Street. Death's sweet smell escaped him like the breath of a rose in a gentle breeze. The smell of fresh death has a sickly sweet odor (I am not making this up.) . Actually, this body's core bears the same color of the rose in some respects as the color is red. This poor man's suit trousers were split and his shoe lied not far from his body yet he had managed to keep one on. What lied before me beckoned my morbid curiosity as I had never noticed the sweet smell of death before. I had stared at him curiously until they covered his body in a yellow tarp. I used to tell people that he was already covered so that I was not thought of as bizarre. However, I no longer care. Isn't that an interesting way to start a work day? Isn't that an interesting way to end a life.

Jumpers are not limited to buildings. Many like jumping in front of the subway during rush hour to inconvenience the riders to the point of going postal because they can't get home. This seems to occur more so in the summer when temperatures reach about 130 underground and this temperature does not take into account the humidity. Fresh air is not something to be had as what is breathed in is thick and laced with the putrid stench of urine.

It pays to have a strong stomach. Thankfully I had turned enough dead dogs over and watched enough maggots eat. You would think that maggots start on top...nah they are under the dog. Thankfully, I had seen enough fresh dead bodies from a distance (but close enough to see the blood oozing from the chest or the picking up of body parts). Thankfully, I had witnessed the attempted taking of life. Thankfully, I had my face punched enough and my body battered enough to toughen me up for this wonder we call life. ~ Arachne 12/18/06 @ 2:29 a.m.