scarier than that night at rj and shaenas. YOU KNOW THE ONE
about a half hour ago i was walking east across the overpass in ladner and saw a pile of stuff in the middle. when i got closer i thought it was some guy sitting or passed out or something. when i got there it was actually some guys legs poking through with him hanging on the outside. so I say "you ok?" and hes all "oh yeah" and i take 2 more steps and turn around and ask him what hes doing
he says "commiting suicide"
so i go up and ask him why and he says "just because" so i start freaking out. LIKE YEAH. i grab his arms and he started letting go. Ikept saying seriously? seriously? no seriously? his name was trevor. i kept telling him i wouldnt let him and he just asked why. i told him he didnt want to die. there has to be a reason. he jsut asked me what im living for. what i wanted to be. so i told him i dont know and im figuring it out. he was all "a graphic artist?" and i was all "ACTUALLY MAYBE". it was fucking weird. but it wasnt that he wanted to die at all. and it scared the shit out of me. so I asked "do you have a family?" and he asked me my age, i said 20 and he sauid he had a son that was almost my age. i told him it would ruin his sons life and he said "yeah he would be devastated" but its not like he didnt care about his son. so i told him that it would also ruin MY life. that if he fell i would know it was my fault, because i lost grip. and i cant imagine the feeling of his hands slipping through mine, then watching him fall directly below me, and then, yknow, dying. also, i had a couple of beers tonight so i wasnt confident in my ability. the whole time still so off guard. i was almost home. I WAS FREAKING OUT
so while im hanging on to him cars are passing and not doing anything. i tried to wave for help but it is really hard to wave while hanging onto a guy who's life is literally in your hands. a cop car actually pulled into the east ladner side of the intersection and was there for a while waiting for the light to change and i tried waving for a second but absolutely nothing. JESUS CHRIST. i was shaking like crazy. and my grip on his arm was slipping because he started to slip out of his jacket. so i had to switch grabbed arms at one point. he was seriously absolutely willing to drop. and since his feet were through he would have fallen on his head. AND DIED
EVENTUALLY i pull him enough that he climbs back over and we both just sit there for a bit. i am shaking and breathing heavily. so he keeps going "do you know what you just did?" and i just pleaded that he wouldnt commit suicide and he goes "no, i wont, thanks to you." I asked hime why the hell he did this and he told me that he did it so that someone could have the terrifying experience i just had, regardless of the outcome. he hands me a poem about roses. it was clearly written by him but for some reason had a buit of stupid relevence to my life. so he just keeps asking me how i felt. FREAKED OUT. i told him about how ive always wondered how i would have handled a situation like this. HYPOTHETICALLY, OF COURSE. he shows me a picture of his son when he was young and invites me over to his sons house to smoke some pot. i am so out of it from the experience that i just say "yeah ok fine". it was on my way home and i was not in the mood to disagree with him. so he keeps asking me how i felt about it all. i couldnt answer this. we get to his sons house and he gets me to tell the story. i am still shaking. it was a huge relief to find that the son and his girlfriend were shocked and freaked out. they were pissed at him and wanted to kick his ass but had just smoked pot so they didnt. i got introduced to these 2 people like 5 or 6 times. he kept on wanting me and his son to be pals. we go outside, smoke a little, he gives me a dollar and says "this is for my life". so when they went to go back inside i left because i have school in the morning.
he says "commiting suicide"
so i go up and ask him why and he says "just because" so i start freaking out. LIKE YEAH. i grab his arms and he started letting go. Ikept saying seriously? seriously? no seriously? his name was trevor. i kept telling him i wouldnt let him and he just asked why. i told him he didnt want to die. there has to be a reason. he jsut asked me what im living for. what i wanted to be. so i told him i dont know and im figuring it out. he was all "a graphic artist?" and i was all "ACTUALLY MAYBE". it was fucking weird. but it wasnt that he wanted to die at all. and it scared the shit out of me. so I asked "do you have a family?" and he asked me my age, i said 20 and he sauid he had a son that was almost my age. i told him it would ruin his sons life and he said "yeah he would be devastated" but its not like he didnt care about his son. so i told him that it would also ruin MY life. that if he fell i would know it was my fault, because i lost grip. and i cant imagine the feeling of his hands slipping through mine, then watching him fall directly below me, and then, yknow, dying. also, i had a couple of beers tonight so i wasnt confident in my ability. the whole time still so off guard. i was almost home. I WAS FREAKING OUT
so while im hanging on to him cars are passing and not doing anything. i tried to wave for help but it is really hard to wave while hanging onto a guy who's life is literally in your hands. a cop car actually pulled into the east ladner side of the intersection and was there for a while waiting for the light to change and i tried waving for a second but absolutely nothing. JESUS CHRIST. i was shaking like crazy. and my grip on his arm was slipping because he started to slip out of his jacket. so i had to switch grabbed arms at one point. he was seriously absolutely willing to drop. and since his feet were through he would have fallen on his head. AND DIED
EVENTUALLY i pull him enough that he climbs back over and we both just sit there for a bit. i am shaking and breathing heavily. so he keeps going "do you know what you just did?" and i just pleaded that he wouldnt commit suicide and he goes "no, i wont, thanks to you." I asked hime why the hell he did this and he told me that he did it so that someone could have the terrifying experience i just had, regardless of the outcome. he hands me a poem about roses. it was clearly written by him but for some reason had a buit of stupid relevence to my life. so he just keeps asking me how i felt. FREAKED OUT. i told him about how ive always wondered how i would have handled a situation like this. HYPOTHETICALLY, OF COURSE. he shows me a picture of his son when he was young and invites me over to his sons house to smoke some pot. i am so out of it from the experience that i just say "yeah ok fine". it was on my way home and i was not in the mood to disagree with him. so he keeps asking me how i felt about it all. i couldnt answer this. we get to his sons house and he gets me to tell the story. i am still shaking. it was a huge relief to find that the son and his girlfriend were shocked and freaked out. they were pissed at him and wanted to kick his ass but had just smoked pot so they didnt. i got introduced to these 2 people like 5 or 6 times. he kept on wanting me and his son to be pals. we go outside, smoke a little, he gives me a dollar and says "this is for my life". so when they went to go back inside i left because i have school in the morning.