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Falling Down A Mountain Of Stairs... by Brad Jensen
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In the hall Josh, Joe, and Steve gang tackle me verbally.
Steve strikes first. “Dakota! What happened on the steps?”
“How did the guy fall?”
“Who was he?”
“Is he dead?”
“He was a V.A. guy. He was drunk and wobbling up the steps.”
“Did he miss a step or something?” asks Joe.
“He made it to the top landing where the girls and I were sitting.”
“And then?”
“He toppled backwards, missed the hand railing, and fell down a hundred-and-eighty-one steps.”
“Jezus! That's gotta hurt!” exclaims Josh.
“You went down and helped him then?” asks Joe.
“We ran back here and told Mrs. Burkhardt.”
“Why didn't you go help the guy?” asks Josh.
“Shit, I don't know! We were just freaked out and ran back to the school. Figured we needed to tell someone!”
“Dude, don't get tense. We just wanna know what happened,” says Steve, trying to smooth things over.
I hate this. The 'Pact'. The stupid 'Pact'!
“The dommy was, like, three hundred pounds. He basically bounced all the way to the bottom.”
“Damn!” says Josh as he cringes and scrunches up his freckled face.
“So, you didn't see him after you told Burkhardt?” asks Steve.
“No. Mrs. Burkhardt, Olivia, Cheryl, and I all went back down there after she called the police station.”
“What did he look like?” asks josh.
“Not good. Dark blood was coming out of his head and his face was all cut up and bloody. He was out cold.”
“Did they get him back?” asks Joe.
“Honestly, I don't know. I never saw him move on his own. The ambulance guys and police got him on the gurney and then they put him in the ambulance. Then officer Dan started asking what we saw.”
“Holy Jesus, Joseph and Mary!” spouts Steve, “So this guy could actually be dead!”
“God, I hope not!”
“Wow, Dakota, you get all the excitement,” says Josh. “Lunch with the ladies and witnessing somebody trying to kill them-self.”
“Poor guy” says Joe.
I want to tell them all that the Vet they are speaking of does not deserve an ounce of their sympathy. That he is a perverted sick fat drunk that wanted to pound me to a pulp, throw me down the stairs, and have his way with Cheryl and Olivia. I can't say a friggin' thing.