Stories from Jonah Rye.He had only to hold on, bumping bouncing flying over rough shattered rock road.~~This guy upstairs, hes an endowment. He got himself up on the roof. Twenty-two floors up. At night. Climbs up there, mounts the dish, hes Spider-man, splayed on the satellite dish twenty-two floors up, under the stars.
Management sent Security up and they bout got thrown off themselves before they got him down and back into his room. No cops, no suicide intervention squads, no counseling, no ambulance. No remains. No problem. He pays his rent.~~She showed him, the first time, told him the story. Theyd incurred a terrible debt.