Vinnie didn't plan something. Really. Well, maybe there were some thoughts after all, otherwise he wouldn't be sitting on the edge of the bridge right now. But Vinnie hadn't dared to jump before, and he hadn't dared to jump now. This place was just... calming, thought-provoking. Vinnie's head is full of crap most of the time. And dealing with bipolar, it's like riding a goddamn roller coaster. So sitting on the edge of the bridge is not the worst idea. Vinnie swung his legs in the air, taking a drag on his cigarette, when he saw a someone approaching out of the corner of his eye. He squinted his left eye slightly against the bright sun, trying to see a person. Oh, the seat is taken, mate.