Should I even be concerned with who finds me AFTER I have caught the bus?
I envision myself in the late evening just as it's getting dark, maybe 8:30 or 9:00PM, sitting on the grass in a public park area near my favorite beach. I am wearing a jacket because it is often times cold in the night time near the beach. Earlier in the day I will have already taken the needed dosages of the Meto. and I will have poured the couple of bottles of the Pentobarbital into a red solo type cup or maybe a big gulp cup from the 7-11 down the road.
I would sit there alone with my back against the wall listening to the waves crash against the nearby outcropping of rocks, watching people walking up and down the promenade, alone in deep thought, stopping now and then to thoughtfully consider the waves of the Pacific Ocean. Some walking hand in hand, lovers perhaps? Holding onto each other for warmth and dear life. An old man taking his little dog out for his final walk of the night.
I drink the WHOLE contents of the cup as quickly as I can manage. Maybe needing to take it in two attempts. I follow the drink with something sweet, maybe a couple of hersheys Kisses. Then I lean against the wall on the grassy area near the beach and wait. There are no hysterics. No crying out in pain or turmoil. I just quietly slip into unconsciousness. Passersby may look at me and think, "well, he's had one too may drinks at the bar." I slump over and others think that I am a drunk man just trying to sleep it off and I'll wake up in a couple of hours. As the night darkens and it gets to be past midnight, then past 2AM when all the nearby bars close, maybe a kind person stops to check on me - "Hey, Pal, you doing ok? Do you want me to call you a taxi or an Uber?". When they get no response, maybe they give me a little shake to see if I will wake up... I do not.
I do not know who that person shaking me is, I do not know their name nor what their intentions toward me are. I have faith in the general goodness of man and believe that their intentions will not be evil.
Should I even give thought or concern for who that person is and what the impact of finding my cold body slumped over by the edge of the ocean might have on them?
What are the thoughts of the group?
I envision myself in the late evening just as it's getting dark, maybe 8:30 or 9:00PM, sitting on the grass in a public park area near my favorite beach. I am wearing a jacket because it is often times cold in the night time near the beach. Earlier in the day I will have already taken the needed dosages of the Meto. and I will have poured the couple of bottles of the Pentobarbital into a red solo type cup or maybe a big gulp cup from the 7-11 down the road.
I would sit there alone with my back against the wall listening to the waves crash against the nearby outcropping of rocks, watching people walking up and down the promenade, alone in deep thought, stopping now and then to thoughtfully consider the waves of the Pacific Ocean. Some walking hand in hand, lovers perhaps? Holding onto each other for warmth and dear life. An old man taking his little dog out for his final walk of the night.
I drink the WHOLE contents of the cup as quickly as I can manage. Maybe needing to take it in two attempts. I follow the drink with something sweet, maybe a couple of hersheys Kisses. Then I lean against the wall on the grassy area near the beach and wait. There are no hysterics. No crying out in pain or turmoil. I just quietly slip into unconsciousness. Passersby may look at me and think, "well, he's had one too may drinks at the bar." I slump over and others think that I am a drunk man just trying to sleep it off and I'll wake up in a couple of hours. As the night darkens and it gets to be past midnight, then past 2AM when all the nearby bars close, maybe a kind person stops to check on me - "Hey, Pal, you doing ok? Do you want me to call you a taxi or an Uber?". When they get no response, maybe they give me a little shake to see if I will wake up... I do not.
I do not know who that person shaking me is, I do not know their name nor what their intentions toward me are. I have faith in the general goodness of man and believe that their intentions will not be evil.
Should I even give thought or concern for who that person is and what the impact of finding my cold body slumped over by the edge of the ocean might have on them?
What are the thoughts of the group?
