A thought
-It was a four story building, I was sequestered on the second floor my own decision. I have to die and I’ve chosen the slow path. lighting up my seventh chain smoked cigarette, I got bored. I looked up at the sky wondering, is the view always better from up top? so I went up there. It really wasn’t, a better view, more luxury apartments and condos, behind it, I’m sure the hidden sea. But then a thought occurred to me but I don’t think four stories will kill you. I went back downstairs and lit up another one.