Oh my god. He wasn’t pushed; he fell. He fell. There is no story here. There is no story. H-h-he insisted on sitting on that wall, he knew what might happen if he fell and – And he climbed up there anyway, day after day after day, sitting there, like, like an idiot, and…. Knowing! He knew, what might happen – and it happened, okay, he fell.
Now I’m alone with a dozen kids, alone, no father to…. The idiot.
Don’t look at me like- You think we’re all the same. We’re not all the same. You are. You with your stories, your your relentless looking for, appetite for – what? This is news? Is this entertainment? Is this entertaining you people?
Here’s the news: he- he wasn’t good or bad. He wasn’t brilliant or special or – He was just a guy. Not a punchline, not a lesson. He was just a guy who liked to sit on a wall, and watch the traffic, and one day, I don’t know, I don’t know, he just just shattered and –
He was there, and then he wasn’t, and…and nobody really knows. Nobody knows.
He just fell.