I knew a man.
He was a mad bastard.
He jumped on a lorry and got across La Manch to England.
He mocked me for my fear of death.
He loved to argue.
This man once told me,
He worked with D. Jayce ten years ago.
D. Jayce climbed on I-beam, but one end of the U-head was loose.
The beam slipped out with D. Jayce, but this mad bastard grabbed that beam.
"I don't know where I got the strength to hold the beam, but I swear I did so that others could pull Jayce to safety."
D. Jayce is crippled nowadays, and he got nothing from insurance - we aren't supposed to climb on beams.
But D. Jayce lives, he's a reminder of the bitter end some of us will live to see.
After this, the mad bastard climbed on the scaffold, and we continued our daily grind.
Because Jayce or not, we have to earn a living.