My tone comes out uninterested and stale as I explain the reason I'm sitting on Saint Peters bridge contradicting falling to my death. Snapping my bubble gum I slip my butt a little closer to the ledge, nearly falling off. "How the hell am I suppost to get you off of there do you want something do I need to call some one, is it money, food, boy friend, can you give me a few hints" his voice comes out rushed,pleading, and exhausted at once. "I like gummy bears"!!! *&*All Rights Reserved