Note from the Man with the Broken Back

I fell on purpose.
What can I tell ya?
I was bored.
I wanted to find out for myself.
So I leapt from my office window, from my 23rd floor executive corner office window, to see just exactly what would happen to me.
Was I unhappy?
No, I don’t remember so.
I was a middle-aged businessman, I made a comfortable income, and I was approaching what could be anticipated as the peak of my career.
I didn’t have a wife or kids, but I did have a girlfriend of six years – loving, but kinda dull – and I just felt done with things.
Finished with it all.
Not in a depressive sense or anything, I just felt as if I’d reached my own personal conclusion to life.
The end.
Omega.
That’s all, folks.
There wasn’t a whole lot left out there for me.
The world has been generally kind, and accommodating – occasionally cruel, yeah, but in the most lackluster way you can think of.
I always wanted to soar with the eagles – I got there with that company.
But I decided maybe it was time to see what flying with the gulls, pigeons, and crows was like.
A fall like that, I tell ya, is something quite crazy.
Quite grand. You end up with your head all smooshed up in your stomach, but lemme tell ya – the experience can be described as nothing less than enlivening.