David didn't want to go up the bridge

I should have known something was wrong, you know, astrologically, spiritually, reflexologcally when David said he didn't want to go up the bridge with me, when I called him up the other day.

No darling!! Just jump on your own... Dead dust glug glug...

First time refusal. He's always been up for it, wanted it, begged me for it, wanted to suicide together.

I can't jump on my own, you have to come with me.

Not today, hun.

I've always been willing... world, smorld. What have I got to do? Get a job?