Imagine being so drunk or high you break your neck trying to jump a turnstile after two previous failed attempts. I guess the third time is a charm.
I think he rang his bell so hard on fuck up #1 that his coordination and judgement became progressively so impared that he defaulted to trying to complete the attempt rather than reassessing the situation and crawling under the turnstile. This happened at 645 am on a Sunday so I won't speculate as to whether he was sober.
If only he thought to have life insurance, which for his age probably would have been like $5/month for a million dollar policy.
It looks like his phone flew over the turnstile on the first attempt, so he had to get over no matter what
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