2004-10-27 - 12:48 p.m. Falling 3 CN I was standing on the the glass. The height made the one single leg of this structure look skewed. It wasn�t supposed to be straight, but it looked as if it bent the whole way down. Sometimes you believe in things. This is a mistake. The glass isn�t supposed to break. I believed that. The sign read, �Three elephants could stand on this glass without it cracking.� Note to self: only two elephants for lunch next time. I looked over as the crack in the glass spread like water rolling off a window, and I saw a troop of girl scouts looking at me horrified as if they saw me dead before I actually died. It was like the way your dog looks right before he gets put to sleep. They were looking right at me, not trying to sell me cookies, not trying to save me, or even get my attention. They were watching me die right before their eyes. And I smiled as I thought, �There shouldn�t be any girl scouts in Canada. They need their own girl troop named after something French. Like the Moulin Rouge Troops.� Naming a young girl group after a brothel was enough in my mind to justify my death. The blades of glass gave way directly under me, and the remaining shards lacerated my sides as I was sucked through the tiny hole that either my weight or an engineer�s poor design created. As I began my free fall, I noticed that both my blood and the glass were traveling right along with me, as if we were in a vacuum. It was like time was frozen. I looked across the city and it came closer to me with every second. My sides hurt, and I could hardly breathe. I air seemed to move past my mouth too fast. My mind was amazing as it was so focused in the moment. I wonder if they will name the street after me where I land? I always wanted to die in America. If I hit a person on the ground, who will be remember in better light? Head first, or feet first? I always knew it would end like this. | |||||||||||
