A silhouette slowly began walking towards the water as I sat, confused. This silhouette did not have the familiar drunk swagger I was so used to, nor was the silhouette bending down to puke, so I sat there , completely and utterly confused. I tried to comprehend who the hell that silhouette belonged to if not a drunk. And what the fuck were they doing here , of all places, in the middle of the mother fucking night ?! It was 1 a.m., for fuck's sake. As I pondered the possible reasons for this, realization came . If the owner of the silhouette was not drunk, why were they at a lake at 1 a.m.? To drown themself.
