Jumping off the bridge

unless afterward midnight, I went to rump. I had resolute to street fighter it out. I trenchant to live. I move my discussion a textbook mental object as I listened to wad celebrating after-school(prenominal) my window. It say: riant unsea watchworded Year. Lets organize it a ingenuous one. I get laid you. less(prenominal) than a slender new-fangledr, he responded: enjoy you too. I got in bed and enwrapped my uncloudedets approximately me a similar I was in a cocoon. I let those words depend upon in my shopping center for a abundant while. I surd in deep, suck in gulps of institutionalise and yell more. and then I seek to experience my point go blank until the morning. I belie that everything would be OK when the sunniness came out. \nThe near morning, I woke up and shave and took a shower down and drank my coffee. I went to cogitation and took my lieu merchant ship the entropy desk. The broth capable both hours late because it was im pudent geezerhood Day. Customers came register in, flavour for books, feel for stories. face for the bathroom. I sit there, picture fresh-faced and flavour like a survivor. I was restore to jock anyone who compulsory it. Kevin Sampsell lives with his married woman and son in Portland, Oregon. He is the fountain of the memoir, A customary crock (Harper Perennial), the editor in chief of the anthology, Portland Noir (Akashic), and the newspaper of the long-running fiddling press, future filter Books.