The Suicide Theory Page #3

I kill people.

You asked for a suggestion.

You're no different to any

of the others you know.

Bullet through your f***ing

brain does exactly the

same thing to you as it

does to everybody else.

Let's just hope so.

I'll see you when I see you.

So how do you feel?

You're lucky to be alive.

Where to?

There.

It's across the road.

So what's with this place.

Couldn't you pick

some place quiet?

Look I've been in isolation for

the better part of a month.

Eating nothing but

hospital food and...

watching daytime television,

excuse me for wanting to

get out of the house.

Does it hurt?

What, this hole in my face

where my eyeball used to be?

You know every time you

try and kill yourself?

You don't want to know.

If you hadn't turned

around I would have

got you right in the

back of the head.

You bagged and tagged in the

morgue right now probably.

Oh probably...

Someone's starting to believe.

Hell of a coincidence, I'll give

you that. It's no coincidence.

All this has happened

for a reason.

Maybe I'm just not

the guy for the job.

I don't know.

I haven't been myself lately.

Out of all the hundreds

of cabs in this town...

I landed on yours.

You'll get the job done.

Thanks.

Ice-cream.

Yeah, why? What's

wrong with ice-cream?

I got a sweet tooth.

Mmm good.

So tell me.

Why do you want to kill

yourself so badly?

Mummy and Daddy, they

didn't love you enough?

No it had nothing to do

with anything like that.

It has everything to do

with anything like that.

How do you expect me to

help you if you don't

give me all the

necessary information?

I mean...

you told me I had to kill you

when you least expected it.

Tried that, didn't work.

Obviously.

Let's get creative here.

No I don't want to

think about it.

When was the last

time you were happy?

- Happy?

- Yeah.

You know the most recent

point in time where...

You didn't feel like

a suicidal maniac.

I don't want to think about

it, it gets me depressed.

It's a little late for

that don't you think?

Lovelorn?

I'm getting warm huh?

That's it.

Lost loved one?

Well done Steven.

What, were you a psychiatrist

before you went into the

business of killing people?

You should have you

own... talk show.

I don't have the

personality for it.

Good, you've done your homework.

At least my money's

not going to waste.

What was her name?

Come on, what was her name?

Chris.

It's a nice name.

I like that name.

Sounds hot.

What was she like?

Oh! Give me something,

what did she look like?

Humph! Ah... 6 foot...

Dimples...

and a HUGE cock.

Did you say a huge cock?

Yeah.

Oh it was a she-male?

Hah No, not a she-male.

He was a man.

You're a fag?

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