All right, so I've been debating whether or not I should make a thread out of this, but, fuck it.
We had someone fall or jump at least five stories at the library where I work today. I didn't see it, but I heard the noise when the body hit the floor (solid marble) and saw the body. The noise it made sounded a lot like a firecracker, or how I imagine a gunshot would sound. There was very little blood until they turned him over, and then it looked like he had a really bloody nose.
I wasn't but fifteen feet away from the guy, and I can't help but wonder if I hadn't been reading Joe Bob Briggs' "Joe Bob Goes Back To The Drive In", maybe I would have seen the guy fall, maybe I could have done something. Maybe.
I don't think he made it. The body was twitching and when they brought the paramedics in, they had to perform CPR. I know CPR. I have to ask myself, why I didn't do anything? I saw the crowd yelling at a guy trying to move the guy, turn him around. They told him not to move him because of his neck. There's a way to move a body without injuring the neck. I know that. Why didn't I do anything?
After they wheeled him out the flatline from the portable ekg still echoed. That's a sound I never heard before, except in the movies. It's funny, when you watch movies, you think you know something, you think you know what it sounds like, but when confronted with that sound in reality it doesn't sound like you thought it sounded.
I like to think that I'm no stranger to death, my mother, two friends, teachers, so forth and so on. Never really saw a dead body, or a dying body until today. Didn't even know the guy, but it's a different thing when you see a person not fifteen, twenty feet away, dying. Terrible thing. Terrible thing.
And then the fucking photographers...I can understand wanting to document it, but there wasn't much to see. I used to be all for freedom of the press in situations like these, but now, having been on the other side, wanting to punch the photographer, I don't know exaclty where I stand. How many photos do you need--there wasn't anything to see, anyway? Vultures. Fuckers. FUCKERS.
Sorry if this is kind of disjointed, but I needed to get it off my chest. I just needed to get it down. I'm not gonna say that I'm not gonna be around much as a result, we all know that's not true. I just needed a place to share what's on my mind. Thanks for listening.
We had someone fall or jump at least five stories at the library where I work today. I didn't see it, but I heard the noise when the body hit the floor (solid marble) and saw the body. The noise it made sounded a lot like a firecracker, or how I imagine a gunshot would sound. There was very little blood until they turned him over, and then it looked like he had a really bloody nose.
I wasn't but fifteen feet away from the guy, and I can't help but wonder if I hadn't been reading Joe Bob Briggs' "Joe Bob Goes Back To The Drive In", maybe I would have seen the guy fall, maybe I could have done something. Maybe.
I don't think he made it. The body was twitching and when they brought the paramedics in, they had to perform CPR. I know CPR. I have to ask myself, why I didn't do anything? I saw the crowd yelling at a guy trying to move the guy, turn him around. They told him not to move him because of his neck. There's a way to move a body without injuring the neck. I know that. Why didn't I do anything?
After they wheeled him out the flatline from the portable ekg still echoed. That's a sound I never heard before, except in the movies. It's funny, when you watch movies, you think you know something, you think you know what it sounds like, but when confronted with that sound in reality it doesn't sound like you thought it sounded.
I like to think that I'm no stranger to death, my mother, two friends, teachers, so forth and so on. Never really saw a dead body, or a dying body until today. Didn't even know the guy, but it's a different thing when you see a person not fifteen, twenty feet away, dying. Terrible thing. Terrible thing.
And then the fucking photographers...I can understand wanting to document it, but there wasn't much to see. I used to be all for freedom of the press in situations like these, but now, having been on the other side, wanting to punch the photographer, I don't know exaclty where I stand. How many photos do you need--there wasn't anything to see, anyway? Vultures. Fuckers. FUCKERS.
Sorry if this is kind of disjointed, but I needed to get it off my chest. I just needed to get it down. I'm not gonna say that I'm not gonna be around much as a result, we all know that's not true. I just needed a place to share what's on my mind. Thanks for listening.





If he was talking about the other NYC chewers who haven't posted in this thread, it's not as though the thread title screams "HEY NYC CHEWERS!". More than likely, he's doing his 3rd person "Devin is a snivler" routine again.