Suicide Note [Disposal Instructions Included] (Other) by SupremeDreamer
Knives and razors... kinda melodramatic, that sort of suicide.
I've reserved a deathly foil of tar, and a tiny diabetic needle in a
little safe box buried under the roots of an oak tree by the river at
the Childrens' Discovery Meadow in downtown San Jose. I also have a safe
deposit box with $2000 dollars for weed, meth, liquor, motel room, and a
young slut for a night or perhaps two. It's sort of bona fide exit
strategy, for when I decide that I've had enough. I don't plan to leave
a note... 'cept maybe for the cleaning lady- just some instructions for
her when she finds me. It would read something like this:
Sorry, you poor, pussy-wort immigrant cleaning lady...
If you're done screaming in Spanish and can read my well written English,
you can forgo making a fuss and just quietly haul my bloated carcass and
deposit it into the dumpster in the back. Thank you.
PS: I left 120$ in the bedside drawer, consider it a glorified tip. Go
buy some drugs with it.
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