- STEVEN WEISSMAN
I have been considering taking my own life for some time now, but I never could figure out how to do it exactly. Not being a violent person, I hated the thought of wounding myself. I always kinda hoped I could just get hit by a car, or maybe a tree would fall on me, or catch a disease somehow. I would pray daily that maybe a stray bullet would find me. I would never see it coming. Make it easy. That all changed last Friday. My neighbor, bless his soul, took his life early in the morning. A bullet to the head. This is going to sound petty, I know—but I feel cheated now…