[ WP ] You stand at the edge of the roof , the streets twenty stories below your feet . You do n't jump . Why ?

I looked down onto the busy streets of Chicago. City lights started to turn on, and night began to descend. The sky turned red, blood red. I stepped onto the ledge of my hotel balcony. A twenty story fall would kill me, but at least give me a few seconds of peace as I fell. I prepared a note for my friends and family. I left the note in my shirt pocket, and another copy of it on my bed. A slight breeze came in from the east. It was a soothing relief from the hot summer days of Chicago. I knew I was going to jump, but wanted to wait and take time to recall my life. 
 
 I saw the light turn on in the hotel room next to me. I glanced back to see who it was. It was not the resident of the room, whom I had seen before. It was a burglar. He was rummaging through the room for anything of value. He looked out onto the balcony, and saw me. I wanted to jump before he came out, but it was too late. He slid open the door, and entered the balcony. 
 
 `` You okay buddy? Why do n't you get down from that ledge, and we can talk.'' The burglar said to me in a soothing tone. 
 
 `` Leave! There is nothing you can do that will stop me from jumping!'' I yelled back at him. 
 
 `` Nothing?'' He said as he started to look through his bag of loot. I assumed he was looking for something to bribe me with. `` All I gots' is this pizza in my bag, bit if you come down we can have a pizza party in your room.'' 
 
 `` I do n't want your stupid delivery pizza!'' I yelled at him. 
 
 `` It's not delivery! It's Digiorno!'' He said with a smile on his face. 
 
 `` Well I guess a pizza party does n't sound too bad now.'' I reasoned. 
 
 I stepped down from the ledge, and told the burglar to hop on over to my ledge. We cooked the pizza, and spent the rest of the night partying/hitting up hotel rooms. 

