• he stood there on top of his desk just imagining, what and how it would feel like to fall 30 stories. he could already see it happen. he stood there on top of the 30 story building that was his work. you don't need to know much about this man except that he is a depressed journalist. now as i was saying he stood there looking down toward the traffic that always began at dawn and slowed down as sunset. hen he took a step toward it and began falling, the ground began to grow closer and closer till he finally hit the ground walked out of his office.
    now once this man got out of his office and started for home he realized that he was in the wrong side of town. but by this time it was too late this man that you do not know and do not need to know was shot, without warning and without regard. now since you do not know him and will never know him you probably do not care but those people that did know him grew very depressed and disturbed. they all saw the news of this man you do not know that got shot from no where. now to tell you the truth the cops did not know who had shot him or who would. because this man was alone these friends that were depressed had died as well. all his records were coincidentally burns along with his work and his hospital and at his funeral his family and friends died a suicide bomber had been part of this mix now everyone was dead and there is nothing they can do. the twisted mind of their good friend, the man you will never know. is gone along with them. ~ the end