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  • STEVEN WEISSMAN

From this week’s I, Anonymous:

Around 9 a.m. on March 21, 2010, I leaned backward over the edge of the Aurora Bridge, grasping for an elusive peace through death. Some of you saw me disappear, and several of you dialed 911. The moment I emerged from the chilly and polluted waters of the ship canal, I desperately wanted to live, but seriously injured, I could only tread water and pray for a miracle. I would have certainly drowned but for the police boat sent to rescue me thanks to your calls. I think of you often and how witnessing my attempt might have changed your lives, too…

Read the whole thing here. (And thanks to Steven Weissman for the gorgeous illo.)

David Schmader—former weed columnist and Stranger associate editor—is the author of the solo plays Straight and Letter to Axl, which he’s performed in Seattle and across the US. His latest...