Post by Ravager on Dec 8, 2005 19:33:52 GMT -5
Ravager is walking across the High Level Bridge. he is carrying a large cloth bag. He stops to look out over the river. A Man stops to talk to him.
Man: You're not going to do something stupid, are you?
Ravager: I beg your pardon?
Man: You're not planning on jumping, are you? I realize this can be a depressing time of year for people...
Ravager: I'm fine sir. I was enjoying the view.
Man: You seem lost in thought mister.
Ravager: Just getting some peace and quiet.
Man: Yeah, Lord knows I enjoy my quiet time. But maybe you need to talk to someone.
Ravager: Mister, there's a lineup for people who want into my head.
Man: Have I caught you at a bad time?
Ravager: Just pondering "Where do I go from here?"
Man: Work troubles? Or family?
Ravager: (chuckles) Mix of both, actually. The last week has been eventful to say the least. Now I gotta wonder who's going to be next to try and make my life miserable.
Man: Ah, come on! No job can be that bad.
Ravager: You have no idea who I am, do you?
Man: Should I?
Ravager: (to himself, almost amazed) He really doesn't. (to Man) I appreciate what you're trying to do. But I've had professional psychiatrists who couldn't unravel my thoughts, let alone an amateur.
Man: (chuckles) Well, I hate to see people hurting. Thought I'd try to help.
Ravager: I'm fine.
Man: Okay then, have a Merry Christmas.
Man walks off before Ravager can respond.
Ravager: That was odd.
Ravager looks back out onto the river. He opens the bag, and pulls out the NAPW Provincial Title. He stares at it for a second. He hangs it over the rail. For a few agonizing seconds, it looks like he's going to drop it. Finally he pulls it back up, and stares intently at it.
Ravager: All that work. Was it really worth it in the end?
Ravager sighs. He puts the belt back into the bag and walks off the bridge, and then walks up Saskatchewan Drive.
To Be Continued...
Man: You're not going to do something stupid, are you?
Ravager: I beg your pardon?
Man: You're not planning on jumping, are you? I realize this can be a depressing time of year for people...
Ravager: I'm fine sir. I was enjoying the view.
Man: You seem lost in thought mister.
Ravager: Just getting some peace and quiet.
Man: Yeah, Lord knows I enjoy my quiet time. But maybe you need to talk to someone.
Ravager: Mister, there's a lineup for people who want into my head.
Man: Have I caught you at a bad time?
Ravager: Just pondering "Where do I go from here?"
Man: Work troubles? Or family?
Ravager: (chuckles) Mix of both, actually. The last week has been eventful to say the least. Now I gotta wonder who's going to be next to try and make my life miserable.
Man: Ah, come on! No job can be that bad.
Ravager: You have no idea who I am, do you?
Man: Should I?
Ravager: (to himself, almost amazed) He really doesn't. (to Man) I appreciate what you're trying to do. But I've had professional psychiatrists who couldn't unravel my thoughts, let alone an amateur.
Man: (chuckles) Well, I hate to see people hurting. Thought I'd try to help.
Ravager: I'm fine.
Man: Okay then, have a Merry Christmas.
Man walks off before Ravager can respond.
Ravager: That was odd.
Ravager looks back out onto the river. He opens the bag, and pulls out the NAPW Provincial Title. He stares at it for a second. He hangs it over the rail. For a few agonizing seconds, it looks like he's going to drop it. Finally he pulls it back up, and stares intently at it.
Ravager: All that work. Was it really worth it in the end?
Ravager sighs. He puts the belt back into the bag and walks off the bridge, and then walks up Saskatchewan Drive.
To Be Continued...