Friday night downtown, the voice in my head wouldn’t shut up. I talked loudly and often, and almost covered it up. My friends also talked loudly and often, and didn’t cover it up at all.
After an hour, I left them and went down the street to see an action movie, full of gunshots and car chases and explosions. The hero won the girl, and soft music played as they kissed. Their kiss was long and slow, and the voice in my head drowned out the music. I got up and walked out of the theater.
Down the street was a nightclub. Flashing lights, blaring music, louder than the voice. I downed one, two, three, and they burned down my throat and made me woozy and happy until the fourth one made me stagger to the bathroom and gag into a toilet. Then, vomit on my chin and voice deafening in my ears, I didn’t feel very well. I went out and downed another. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I shrugged it off.
I mingled with the crowd coming away from a ball game, and I taunted them and rooted for the opposite side, whoever it was, and when one guy broke my nose, and blood flowed into my mouth, I figured that would stop the voice. But no, it still brayed on.
Even the rush of air and the grind of motors and steel on steel as I stood on the subway platform couldn't hide the incessant, pointless blathering in my ears.
And then I realized: I was still wearing my iPod, and I'd downloaded all of the O'Reilly Factor podcasts by mistake.
That's when I knew it was time to jump.
Opening: Rachel.....Continuation: Anon.