I would like to raise awareness about the dangers of suicide. It often goes horribly wrong. I had been depressed for days and all I could do is weep. I wept and wept and wept. I tried to hang myself at the side of a bridge but the rope broke and I fell straight down. I landed a**-first in a bicycle with no seat! The bar went up my a** at high speed! Ouch! An ambulance took me to emergency to have the bike removed from my r*****. I learned a very valuable lesson. What is that lesson? The lesson is simply this: Homeless people STEAL BICYCLES. Where do homeless people stash the stolen bikes? Under bridges. One mystery still remains…why do homeless people ride bikes without seats?
