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Show 177 Jason never went up to the waterfall with us on Saturday nights. We tried to avoid him, mostly because he did lie a lot. He was always insisting that he had just received a scholarship from NASA and would be leaving us all behind soon to leam the rigors of space training in Florida. He would stay with his story no matter how ridiculous. He never did move to Florida, though he did end up in Montana once for a while under cloudy circumstances. The last time I saw him, he had just jumped off of the balcony into the windshield of Chris' car. He was hyped up on some kind of angel dust, and said he felt like he could do anything but he was currently stuck in the windshield. He could move his legs okay but they were cut up pretty bad. On his left leg, you could see through to bone. We hammered out the windshield holding him down and since I was the only one sober I drove him to the hospital. On the way, he kept trying to jump out of the track. I had to grab him by the collar of his shirt with my right hand and scream at him to close the fucking door while driving left-handed until the door was locked and he was in his seat belt again. In the hospital he made a ran for it. He got away from me, and a nurse told me later that he had made it up to the helipad and tried to get in the helicopter. She said he was sedated now, but did I have information about what he had taken? I said I had no idea, though I think the nurse thought I was lying. I waited outside his room. The clinical radiance in the hallway was dim enough to look quite a lot like moonlight on an empty street. There was a hum that sounded like one angry fly buzzing into the windowpane over and over. |