A kid, maybe about my age, is perpetually uncomfortable with his own existence. he resolves to **** himself.
he tries what he assumes will be the quickest, most dramatic and least painful way. he takes a toaster and runs a bath.
the power cord doesn't reach. he looks for an extension cord. he cannot find one.
he tries to drown himself instead. but his lungs just won't give.
he tries rat poison. he only gets so far before he's throwing up his guts. no good either.
maybe he gets so drastic as to buy a gun. but the gun is a dud: the firing pin is busted.
he goes through several more of these exercises to no avail. finally, despairingly, he gives up. upon doing this the boy becomes enlightened. either that or he dies of cancer. I haven't made up my mind on how it should end yet.