SUICIDE

I'm not suicidal, but if I were, I'd have to do it in style. Overdosing, asphyxiation, and hanging are so 20th century. And slicing my wrists open is not quite my cup of tea. In the 21st century, it's gotta be about shock and awe. If I really had to off myself, I'd douse myself in gasoline, jump off an airplane on a moonless night, and strike up a Zippo... Over Central Park, or maybe even the Grand Canyon. Yeah, the Grand Canyon, that would be so cool!!!