The Jumper

He swayed on top of the tall tower and braved a cold Chicago shower. His bank accounts were in arrears the biggest sum was owed to Sears. So, fittingly, he'd wisely chosen Sears Tower, now he was half frozen. And, as he tried to catch the mood he smelled a whiff of Polish food. It had arisen from the city, and what a godforsaken pity! Could he not go and have a last hot sausage? It would be a blast. A helicopter now was drifting across the windy city's shifting and pregnant clouds, it hovered loudly. So, he decided, he would, proudly, head down below to get a taste. But then he fell, and what a waste.