j u m p [hood]

monday

it was three a.m. on the first monday of october, and i was sitting on a bridge.

and this was not the kind of sitting on a bridge where i contemplate my life, this was the kind of sitting on a bridge where i contemplate my death, and how it appears to be very soon.

what a strange thing, life and death. as my grandmother who was obsessed with washing machine puns would say, 'the spin cycle has to end sometime, babycakes. it's up to you whether is cold or hot.'

she died in her favorite laundromat just across the brooklyn bridge, where i happen to be at the the moment. she died yesterday.

i don't really intend to be such a sad person, but when your only guardian dies, your boyfriend cheats on you with your bestfriend, and you get evicted from your apartment all in the same day, it really takes a toll on your bucket of happiness. not that it was full to begin with.

mondays really do suck.

but i mean, it was my last monday, i was going to be sure of that, so why not enjoy it?

so that's how i found myself sitting next to a slightly confused, very disoriented australian popstar, playing with death as we sat on the edge of the brooklyn bridge, passing a bottle of jack daniels back and forth, as i smoked a cigarette.

"do you ever regret all of your life decisions?" his deep voice surprised me, as i thought about my answer.

"they weren't really my decisions to begin with, really. it was just like my fate was always being decided for me. i do regret taking up smoking, though, nicotine will be the death of me, if i don't get there first," i blew a smoke ring into the crisp night air.

he smiled slightly, putting down the bottle of stolen alcohol, "it's okay, i don't have much to live for either. my band just broke up because our lead singer commited suicide, and the other two are dating as of three hours ago. i was supposed to represent aussie in brazil for football, but i blew that  for my now failed music career."

"what if we just jumped? god, we could just jump and have it over and done with. jesus christ it would be nice to just freefall tonight. imagine not having to deal with all this bullshit," i sigh longingly at the world below me, "it would be lovely to not have to deal with life at the moment."

"yeah," he muttered quietly, seemingly to himself, "it would be nice."

it was their last monday.

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