on my way out of my brother’s neighborhood, we saw a shirtless fat kid who had stopped his bike on a low bridge and was standing at the railing gazing pensively into the distance. “don’t jump,” i jokingly remarked. “don’t do it, man.”

a few hours later, we passed the same bridge on our way back but had to take a detour because the entire area had been sealed off with an ambulance, a few firetrucks, a slew of police vehicles, and a bunch of divers combing the water.