There's a guy outside my window who's been threatening to jump all night!

*kisses*

http://www.worksongs.com/mug.jpg

http://www.diehardmovies.com/diehard1/image4.jpg

"I let a kid fall, dammit. Since then I've been behind a desk with doughnuts."

http://www.diehardmovies.com/diehard1/image5.jpg

"And peppermint latte. The best damn peppermint latte in this sad, sad town."

So, uh, he's dead, right?

And it's a few weeks before Christmas, too. Damn.

I thought this guy would be saved by the fireman's truck thing early on. I didn't think he would actually jump.

ditto. (this is why i clicked on the thread to being with).
if this had been on the televison, i would not have watched, i am sure of this. but by JaXon explaining everything & the details of his day-it was quite surreal. grotesque-yes

another thing, if the thread did not have pictures, i would of been more creeped out by the subject matter

poor fellow. i hope he is in a happier place. i see suicide as a potential release from the confines of flesh & blood. a possible freedom.

Sure, those of us who didn't initially comment can be all self-righteous now, even if we secretly giggled at the earlier posts. But what the fuck good does that do?

This is sad, and the reasons behind similar senseless deaths are shrouded and bewildering, but unless we want to add to the wold's pain, we oughta take a deep breath and realize how peripheral all these detached, humourous posts were in the first place.

Poor guy.

and yes, we all believed (myself especially seeing all of it unfold) that he would be pulled down. it was rather silly that he was threatening to jump from 2 stories high. this is where most of the humor started from. it's as if someone said, "i'm going to kill myself by slicing my wrists with this here piece of brocoli"

i appologize for starting this thread if it offended anyone, that wasn't my intention.

i'm a huge weegee fan and my final assignment (80 slides set to music) in my photo class was "The fine line between sleep and death". i went around the city taking pictures of the huge homeless population sleeping on the streets. i also set up a bunch of fake suicide scenes: people with hairdryers in the bathtub, i set up a big tube from the exhaust of my car to the window and had someone pretend they were asleep at the wheel, a friend with a shotgun in his mouth (very freaky even to me), a bag over his head, a hand with prescription pills falling out of it.

and i set it to Joseph Spence's "I Bid You Goodnight". it's a sorta bouncy folk blues song and he plays and sings like he doesn't really know how. the weirdest thing about the class (very similar to what happened on this thread) is that a very sinister and creepy topic turned funny. everybody was cracking up throughout the entire slide show. it wasn't the intention i had at all, but either people don't know how to deal with death and suicide and cover it up with humor, or the juxtoposition of this sort of lighthearted music made people think it was funny.

i bookended the pictures with two quotes

a) "sleep, those little slices of death. how i loath them" - poe
b) "death - the last sleep? no, it is the final awakening" - william scott

while the majority of the criticism ocurred after the event.

this is 2 differing opinions of what has happened, but not located at the same point in time. is it possible to have felt both, at the respective junctures? of the people criticising the thread, only g--ff did it before he jumped. the others didnt until after, i wonder how they felt before, whether they didnt believe it would happen, or thought that it was a little sick but no big deal?

i dont really think i thought anything of it until after he had jumped, when it suddenly became more real