IF YOU ARE FEELING SUICIDAL OR IF YOU NEED TO TALK CALL THE NATIONAL LIFELINE
Hugh and I woke up during then night because of the heavy rain.
When I looked at the clock, it was 3:30 am.
Six months ago at 3:30 am, Andrew was on his way to Bobst, NYU’s main library.
Six months ago at that time, Andrew had roughly forty minutes of life left on Earth.
Six months ago at four o’clock am, Andrew entered the library, went up to the 10th floor, climbed over the 8ft high Lexan glass, jumped and died.
Only a lapse in security explains how Andrew was able to go up to the 10th floor undetected and unimpeded.
Hence my questions: what was the security guard at the entrance desk doing?
Where was the security guard supposed to patrol the building?
I have asked and they give me bureaucratic mambo jumbo crap.
I will continue to ask, but for now what I know is that this time six months ago, we were looking at Andrew’s DEAD BODY. DEAD BODY, DEAD BODY, DEAD BODY, DEAD BODY