June 31st. An empty parking lot.
                Concrete. Traffic noise. A plant barrier.
                This would be a good place to die.
                If I will it, I choose.

                This is as good
                a place as any.

let go, let go. jump in, for it's so amazing here -
in the breakdown.

May 31st. I was working cahier cashier again.
                Man came in. Shot himself. I was
                the last person to talk to him.
                "Much left in your shift?"
                "Three hours, I guess."
                "Ah, alright."
                Then he pulls the trigger.
                Five hours later, I went to sleep.