True story. My wife has a facebook account. She read some stuff to me and then walked out of the room with the lap top open. A guy I went to school with was talking suicide on facebook. Good bye cruel world. The whole nine.

From the outside looking in he appears to have it licked. He went to college. He came home and his parents gave him three apartment complexes to manage. In turn he hired a staff. My buddy did some maintenance work for him and he meets with the staff 30 minutes on Mon-Wed-Thurs. Plays golf, travels the rest of the time. Basically never worked a day in his life.

He uses face book suicide to garner attention. I have heard the story a number of times.

I replied via my wife's account that said, "Hey, if you are going to do it the least you can do is go outside and do it on the street curb for an easier clean up. I mean, there is no need to mess up a new piece of carpet because that is all we will be losing. A good piece of commercial berba.

My wife got a couple of likes, and then an outpouring of her being a cold hearted bitch. Then I got an ass chewing from her.

My one and only face book posts proves I am not the type to handle that kind of responsibility.

EWO