[ WP ] Life has n't been good for you the past several years . You are about to end it all when a burglar enters the room .

Frank pressed pause, backed up the progress bar a few seconds and pressed play again. 
 
 `` Okay, do he wrapped the rope around four times. No five.'' 
 
 The rope fumbled from his hands to the floor. 
 
 `` Fuck!'' 
 
 Who would think that tying a noose would be so difficult. Frank restarted the instructional YouTube clip for third time. 
 
 Frank reached down to pick up the furled rope from the floor. Just then the garage door opened. 
 
 Probably Cindy, Frank thought. Come to stop me. Well she's in for a shocker. I'll hang myself right in front of her. I swear to god i will. Frank looked up with a smug grin on his face. 
 
 It was n't Cindy. Frank watched as a boy wearing tattered jeans, and a woolen cap strolled by dragging a damier ebene coated canvas Louis Vuitton luggage case. Not on its wheels. No, the bag was flipped upside down. The wheels faced the ceiling as the fabric of the bag slid across the cement floor. 
 
 `` Excuse me, but what the fuck are you doing with my luggage? What the fuck are you doing in my garage? And just who the fuck are you?'' 
 
 The boy froze, dropped the handle of the bag, and pressed himself against the wall with his limbs spread like a startled gecko. 
 
 `` I can still see you. Your not a goddam chameleon, you know.'' 
 
 The boy dropped to his knees and clasped his hands together. `` Please do n't call the cops, sir. I'll leave the bag and get out of here. This is the first time I've ever done anything like this... it's just, your door was open and... I, I swear you'll never see me again.'' 
 
 Frank sighed, threw his rope back over the rafter and restarted his video. 
 
 `` Say bro, what's going on here?'' 
 
 `` I'm hanging myself, son.'' 
 
 `` Oh snap! Does... does that mean you're not calling the cops?'' 
 
 `` No son, I wo n't be calling the cops.'' 
 
 `` Shit... well, you're kinda ruining this, man.'' 
 
 `` Your robbery?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, like do I have to try and stop you now? Like morally or something?'' 
 
 Frank laughed, `` Son, I assure you there is nothing you could do or say that would stop me. You know, for a minute, when you opened that door I actually believed you were my wife coming to stop me.'' 
 
 `` Oh bummer man. Hey is this a Mercedes SLK?'' 
 
 `` Oh. Yeah.'' 
 
 `` Niiiiice. Say, why you watching that video?'' 
 
 `` I'm trying to tie a hangman's noose.'' 
 
 `` Why? Just tie a normal knot.'' 
 
 `` With a noose the force of the knot pressing on my neck will snap my vertebrae and kill me instantly. Any other knot will leave me hanging there. Strangling to death.'' Frank shuttered. 
 
 `` So. That's how my pop went out.'' 
 
 `` Your father hung himself?'' 
 
 `` With his bedsheets.'' 
 
 `` What on Earth for?'' 
 
 `` Only way to do it in prison.'' 
 
 Frank waved the boy away, `` You're distracting me from my purpose. Please leave. Take your bag and leave.'' 
 
 `` You're wasting your time. You aint never gon na tie that knot right. Why do n't you just shoot yourself? I got your gun in the bag here.'' 
 
 `` No, no. Too messy.'' 
 
 `` Pills! I emptied your medicine cabinet into this bag.'' 
 
 `` What am I? A woman?'' 
 
 `` Look, I'm trying to help you out, man.'' 
 
 `` And I appreciate it. I really do. I just want to make sure there's no room for error with this thing. I want to make sure that she knows this was n't some pathetic cry for attention.'' 
 
 `` Who?'' 
 
 `` Huh?'' 
 
 `` Oh, nevermind.'' Frank lowered his head. 
 
 `` Hey I got it! The car! Get in, start it up, let the fumes do the work.'' 
 
 `` That's not a bad idea, son.'' 
 
 `` Just let me get outta here first.'' 
 
 The boy watched from the drivewayas the garage door lowered. Inside he heard the Mercedes engine roar. Frank rested leaned back on in the leather driver's seat. He lowered the windows and the fumes rolled over like a deep morning fog. He breathed in deeply and closed his eyes, `` Nice kid.'' 
 
 The garage door lifted up and fumes rolled out like mist over a lake. The boy opened the Mercedes door. Frank was heavier then he imagined, `` C'mon, fat ass. Let's get outta here.'' 
 
 He dragged Frank out to the lawn, sat down and breathed in deeply. The air was cold. The boy fished through Frank's pockets and found his phone. He looked through the recent messages. There was only one. To Cindy: 
 
 Dearest Cindy, by the time you read this I will be gone... I always loved you. 
 
 
 Frank groaned. 
 
 `` Not quite gone, old man.'' 
 
 The message was a draft, unsent. The boy pressed the send button. Then walked back into the garage. 
 
 He came back out with the Louis Vuitton bag in tow. He bent over Frank. There were sirens in the distance. He slapped the old man on the cheek lightly. 
 
 `` Best of luck, Frank. Consider the bag my payment.'' 
 
 The boy strolled down the driveway as the lights of an ambulance flashed in the distance. 

