Quiksilver
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Alright... I don't know what this post is really. I just had the worst night of my entire life. You don't need to read this(meaning its not imperative to your survival), but I need to get it off my chest and at least write it down somewhere.
Anyways...the worst night of my life:
It happened last night, friday night. The night that every guy on the planet is supposed to go out and get some. Well, herein lies the beginning of the worst night of my life.
On tuesday I'd arranged for a very good girl friend to come down from university for the night. She'd been showing some interest the last time we met, so I called her up intending to put the moves on tonight.
Well, some things just weren't meant to happen. You'll see why.
So she gets to my place at 600pm. I didn't tell her what I have planned, and left it as a surprise. She goes to the bathroom, and we leave my place. We walk to the subway, and I'm talking to her, right. I start to get the sense, okay, that she isn't with me...that we aren't on the same page, interest-wise.
"No fear!" I say to myself and keep cool about it. If all goes to ****, atleast I'll be spending the evening with a very good friend(or so I thought.)
My intent was to take her to a comedy show uptown. She didn't know, and she also didn't know that it begins at 630pm..Leaving us 15 minutes to get there by now. So I tell her we're gonna be late, and we pick up the pace to catch the next subway train.
We get down there just as the doors close...
****!!! (this is where the night falls to pieces and degenerates into a bad dream...a very bad dream).
So the doors close, guy with microphone says All Aboard, and the b1tch rolls out of the tunnel.
So here we are waiting on the platform, with like 15 other people. We take a seat and I get to talking to her again, the usual bull**** like "so how was first week of uni, etc". This goes on for roughly 3 minutes until the next train can be heard approaching down the tunnel.
Suddenly, some guy about 5'10 white,mabye 25 yrs old, wearing headphones, decides to stand on the painted yellow line right beside the tracks like he's a serious bad ass. I guess he can hear the train but not see it, cause there's a group of people blocking his view at the train coming from the left.
He makes an even more intelligent move by leaning out OVER the track with the train about 5 seconds away. I guess he was off balance, because he then stuck one foot out like you do when your standing in one spot and about to fall over. By then he was standing with his feet on the edge of the platform, so when he went to stop himself falling, his foot plunged OVER the edge... He fell onto the track, and the last I saw of him was on all 4s trying to get out of the way of the 27 ton locomotive, which had no chance to slow down or even blow its whistle.
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My friend screamed, it all happened so fast. I was just stunned. I'm still sort of in shock from that....it was just so fast and unexpected.
To spare you the gory details, apparently we were the only people who witnessed it, because the group of people he leaned out behind were faced away from him, and he was on his own.
We stayed, the cops showed up, yellow taped the area, the subway line was shut down, and everyone was told to leave the area...Everyone except us. So now I'm there at 700pm giving a police report with my girl friend..She still has tears in her eyes. We fill out the witness paperwork, give our account, and get a warm escort out of the station as the coroner and firefighters moved in to pick up the bits.
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So, the night has officially transcended from a salvageable event(her lack of spark/interest), into a date from hell... It couldn't get worse, right? Wrong.
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So here we are, standing on the street corner at 800pm(police reports take for ever)...She's cleaned herself up abit, and we've decided NOT to call off having fun b/c of that. I know of a movie that's going to be playing at a cinema about 5 blocks north and east of where we are at 845pm. She doesn't complain at all, and even cracks a smile.
We're walking north, more of a stroll actually, starting to open up again, but all I can think about is that event. My friend wasn't too interested and likely wanted to sweep it under the carpet... We pass by a mall(eaton cenre for those in TO), and I think "ah hah!" perfect place for a chick to let loose. We go in and spend about 15 minutes in there, cause we have time to kill..
Anyways, we exit the building on the south side, and strike out east. She's looking up at the moon, and we get to arguing whether its a Waxing moon or Waning moon..lol go figure...
So we're staring up there now, and a building obscures our view...
Suddenly, on that building, there's some guy on the roof(40-50 stories up)... looked like he was holding a ****tail on the patio up there. He leaned out, no idea why but I think to look at the name of the building written on the side.
So, he leans out and it turned out to be a little too far... Suddenly he spun over the railing on top, and with out even hanging on, fell.
My friend..for the 2nd time that night.. screams.
He just fell from a 50 story building... Didn't make it all the way down though. At least, not in one piece. He hit an adjacent restaurant roof about 10 stories off the ground. His body hit the flat roof, but the lip of the restaurant roof contacted the upper part of his leg. It ripped clean off, struck the building that he fell off of, and came down to land in an alley between the two.
This was more surreal than anything... I didn't even make a noise.. I remember tightening as he fell, but that was it. The guy didn't scream or anything. We were on the other side of the road about 40 metres from the base of his building, so it all happened without sound.
He was alone up on the roof I guess because no one looked over the edge afterwards.
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Emily(my friends name) is crying again, but this time open eyed, more shock and fear than sadness and grief.
Me, my friend, and one other old bald guy were the only witnesses.
Apparently the old guy had called 911 cause they were there in about 5 minutes, while we sat there on the curb. We couldn't go see if he was okay because the HIM part of the body was still up on a roof, only his leg was on the ground.
By then the firetrucks, ambulance, and cops were all there. They taped off the whole street and base of the building. crowds had gathered and they were all pointing to the big dark spray on the side of the building he'd fallen out of. That was where his leg had been ripped off and had backlashed into the side of his building.
It was dark by now and me, emily and the old guy were given seats and pads to fill out the police reports...AGAIN.
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I'm starting to get superstitious and deep down scared(yeah ill admit it)... It's 930pm now and the firefighters and med teams move in with stretchers to lift the body off the restaurant roof. He was dead because they weren't moving in any rush. Cops with cameras came and took bunches of pictures of the leg on the ground, and the body on the roof(we couldnt see that part, thank god).
So, when all is said and done, it's 1000pm.
What a start to the night..
I decide that that was it... Still in shock we turn around and walk about a kilometer to my place again. She has a shower and I get some food, go on MSN and tell my friends about this.
By now it's about 1030pm. I get a phone call, one of those weird URGENT rings on my home phone. I pick up, and it's the police.
They punched my last report in to their computer and apparently they have to do some formal investigation if one witness is at two crime scenes withing 24 hours.
They send an officer over, about 1030pm by this point. He writes down what I tell him, that it was purely coincidence and there was no criminal involvement. I couldn't have acted anyways, the 2nd dude fell out of a high security residence while we were streetside.
We finish up with the formal investigation, and he leaves.
Emily calls her mother and they get into one of those "girl" talks...
I flip on the tv and space out... I tell her that she can sleep on the couch...
No hanky-panky tonight, even I was too traumatized.
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I couldn't sleep.. Woke up 45 minutes ago and started typing this.
I'm still in shock actually. What was supposed to be a nice date with a friend w/ benefits ends up with us filling out two police reports, having a formal investigation done on us, and worst of all.... witness to two separate incident suicides.
Here's a small timeline for those too lazy to read:
6:00pm - emily shows up
6:20pm - we arrive at subway terminal
6:25pm - witness suicide
7:00pm - filling out police witness report
8:00pm - we put that behind us
8:30pm - witness 2nd suicide
9:30pm - filling out 2nd police witness report
10:30pm - police formal investigation
1:00am - sleep
wake up at 5 and write this..
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Sorry just had to get that off my chest, and tell people about it.
thanks
Anyways...the worst night of my life:
It happened last night, friday night. The night that every guy on the planet is supposed to go out and get some. Well, herein lies the beginning of the worst night of my life.
On tuesday I'd arranged for a very good girl friend to come down from university for the night. She'd been showing some interest the last time we met, so I called her up intending to put the moves on tonight.
Well, some things just weren't meant to happen. You'll see why.
So she gets to my place at 600pm. I didn't tell her what I have planned, and left it as a surprise. She goes to the bathroom, and we leave my place. We walk to the subway, and I'm talking to her, right. I start to get the sense, okay, that she isn't with me...that we aren't on the same page, interest-wise.
"No fear!" I say to myself and keep cool about it. If all goes to ****, atleast I'll be spending the evening with a very good friend(or so I thought.)
My intent was to take her to a comedy show uptown. She didn't know, and she also didn't know that it begins at 630pm..Leaving us 15 minutes to get there by now. So I tell her we're gonna be late, and we pick up the pace to catch the next subway train.
We get down there just as the doors close...
****!!! (this is where the night falls to pieces and degenerates into a bad dream...a very bad dream).
So the doors close, guy with microphone says All Aboard, and the b1tch rolls out of the tunnel.
So here we are waiting on the platform, with like 15 other people. We take a seat and I get to talking to her again, the usual bull**** like "so how was first week of uni, etc". This goes on for roughly 3 minutes until the next train can be heard approaching down the tunnel.
Suddenly, some guy about 5'10 white,mabye 25 yrs old, wearing headphones, decides to stand on the painted yellow line right beside the tracks like he's a serious bad ass. I guess he can hear the train but not see it, cause there's a group of people blocking his view at the train coming from the left.
He makes an even more intelligent move by leaning out OVER the track with the train about 5 seconds away. I guess he was off balance, because he then stuck one foot out like you do when your standing in one spot and about to fall over. By then he was standing with his feet on the edge of the platform, so when he went to stop himself falling, his foot plunged OVER the edge... He fell onto the track, and the last I saw of him was on all 4s trying to get out of the way of the 27 ton locomotive, which had no chance to slow down or even blow its whistle.
---
My friend screamed, it all happened so fast. I was just stunned. I'm still sort of in shock from that....it was just so fast and unexpected.
To spare you the gory details, apparently we were the only people who witnessed it, because the group of people he leaned out behind were faced away from him, and he was on his own.
We stayed, the cops showed up, yellow taped the area, the subway line was shut down, and everyone was told to leave the area...Everyone except us. So now I'm there at 700pm giving a police report with my girl friend..She still has tears in her eyes. We fill out the witness paperwork, give our account, and get a warm escort out of the station as the coroner and firefighters moved in to pick up the bits.
---------
So, the night has officially transcended from a salvageable event(her lack of spark/interest), into a date from hell... It couldn't get worse, right? Wrong.
---------
So here we are, standing on the street corner at 800pm(police reports take for ever)...She's cleaned herself up abit, and we've decided NOT to call off having fun b/c of that. I know of a movie that's going to be playing at a cinema about 5 blocks north and east of where we are at 845pm. She doesn't complain at all, and even cracks a smile.
We're walking north, more of a stroll actually, starting to open up again, but all I can think about is that event. My friend wasn't too interested and likely wanted to sweep it under the carpet... We pass by a mall(eaton cenre for those in TO), and I think "ah hah!" perfect place for a chick to let loose. We go in and spend about 15 minutes in there, cause we have time to kill..
Anyways, we exit the building on the south side, and strike out east. She's looking up at the moon, and we get to arguing whether its a Waxing moon or Waning moon..lol go figure...
So we're staring up there now, and a building obscures our view...
Suddenly, on that building, there's some guy on the roof(40-50 stories up)... looked like he was holding a ****tail on the patio up there. He leaned out, no idea why but I think to look at the name of the building written on the side.
So, he leans out and it turned out to be a little too far... Suddenly he spun over the railing on top, and with out even hanging on, fell.
My friend..for the 2nd time that night.. screams.
He just fell from a 50 story building... Didn't make it all the way down though. At least, not in one piece. He hit an adjacent restaurant roof about 10 stories off the ground. His body hit the flat roof, but the lip of the restaurant roof contacted the upper part of his leg. It ripped clean off, struck the building that he fell off of, and came down to land in an alley between the two.
This was more surreal than anything... I didn't even make a noise.. I remember tightening as he fell, but that was it. The guy didn't scream or anything. We were on the other side of the road about 40 metres from the base of his building, so it all happened without sound.
He was alone up on the roof I guess because no one looked over the edge afterwards.
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Emily(my friends name) is crying again, but this time open eyed, more shock and fear than sadness and grief.
Me, my friend, and one other old bald guy were the only witnesses.
Apparently the old guy had called 911 cause they were there in about 5 minutes, while we sat there on the curb. We couldn't go see if he was okay because the HIM part of the body was still up on a roof, only his leg was on the ground.
By then the firetrucks, ambulance, and cops were all there. They taped off the whole street and base of the building. crowds had gathered and they were all pointing to the big dark spray on the side of the building he'd fallen out of. That was where his leg had been ripped off and had backlashed into the side of his building.
It was dark by now and me, emily and the old guy were given seats and pads to fill out the police reports...AGAIN.
--
I'm starting to get superstitious and deep down scared(yeah ill admit it)... It's 930pm now and the firefighters and med teams move in with stretchers to lift the body off the restaurant roof. He was dead because they weren't moving in any rush. Cops with cameras came and took bunches of pictures of the leg on the ground, and the body on the roof(we couldnt see that part, thank god).
So, when all is said and done, it's 1000pm.
What a start to the night..
I decide that that was it... Still in shock we turn around and walk about a kilometer to my place again. She has a shower and I get some food, go on MSN and tell my friends about this.
By now it's about 1030pm. I get a phone call, one of those weird URGENT rings on my home phone. I pick up, and it's the police.
They punched my last report in to their computer and apparently they have to do some formal investigation if one witness is at two crime scenes withing 24 hours.
They send an officer over, about 1030pm by this point. He writes down what I tell him, that it was purely coincidence and there was no criminal involvement. I couldn't have acted anyways, the 2nd dude fell out of a high security residence while we were streetside.
We finish up with the formal investigation, and he leaves.
Emily calls her mother and they get into one of those "girl" talks...
I flip on the tv and space out... I tell her that she can sleep on the couch...
No hanky-panky tonight, even I was too traumatized.
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I couldn't sleep.. Woke up 45 minutes ago and started typing this.
I'm still in shock actually. What was supposed to be a nice date with a friend w/ benefits ends up with us filling out two police reports, having a formal investigation done on us, and worst of all.... witness to two separate incident suicides.
Here's a small timeline for those too lazy to read:
6:00pm - emily shows up
6:20pm - we arrive at subway terminal
6:25pm - witness suicide
7:00pm - filling out police witness report
8:00pm - we put that behind us
8:30pm - witness 2nd suicide
9:30pm - filling out 2nd police witness report
10:30pm - police formal investigation
1:00am - sleep
wake up at 5 and write this..
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Sorry just had to get that off my chest, and tell people about it.
thanks
