I saw a man dive off of a 5 story parking lot and hit the street. I had seen the man walk toward the parking garage as I stopped for him to pass in front of me in the sidewalk.
I later had to go identify the body in the street and go up to the roof with the police and identify his jacket that he placed on a vehicle. (They were trying to rule out foul play)
The body was in normal looking condition except for buckets of blood flowing toward the gutter from his head.
We went to a bar afterwards so I could get a drink or two to try and get the image out of my mind. I sat to play Donkey Kong...when the ape fell off the top and hit the bottom I nearly tossed my cookies all over the place.
I could never be a cop or detective or anything along the line of broken bodies.
The image was disturbing to me for quite some time there after.
The most bothersome was that when the man passed in front of my vehicle I remember thinking how dirty and low class he looked. When I saw him lying there dead I realized he was a Native American and had most likely walked from the reservation up the road. The police said he smelled of alcohol. I felt a lowlife for thinking poorly of this man. He obviously had so much going on in his head. So much so he could no longer handle what ever it was that life had handed him.
I was shit in my own eyes
