At the 33rd Intersection

A SHORT FICTION BY IMYUREX

There are twenty-four hours per day. There is the city that never sleeps, Las Vegas. There are trillions of people around the world. But I'm not going to write about that. Because if I have to make a story about everything that may have happened at that sample space, I'd end up writing an insanely thick book with extremely small font, styled in a font design that looked like artistic cursive scribbles, to somehow make my writing elegant because its not.
Thankfully, I am a lazy writer. Go figure.
Hence I shall be talking about the 33rd intersection instead, I'll be writing about six people (in which three were suicidal) who lived different lives until they were at the mentioned intersection, on March 03, 2003 at around three o'clock PM.