What if one day you deside that life is too hard for you. you go up to the highest bridge in all of New York and with no hesetation jump down in the freezing waters. hitting all the rock's and it tears up your skin, but for some reason you feel no pain, no thoughts and see no heaven. you just lay there as your body floats up to the shore and washes your compleatly unmutilated graphic body up on too the rocks. Why arent you dead? Youre supposed to be dead? Why are you a freak who cant die?