Looking back, the sadness lasted much, much longer than the horror. A hollow pity developed quite rapidly.
Must ask...
What was going through your head when you found the head, T2? I could never handle something like that...
-N-
Here's how it went down: There were four us at the time. I wasn't the initial discoverer. We were at a dead-end road that was famous for us stoners to cluster at. This road was dissected by the interstate when it was built hence the dead-end.
Anyway, we were out doing bong hits, jammin' to 8-tracks (honestly) and tossin' the 'bee when an errant fling went down in the woods. My budro went to fetch the disc. We heard him holler and we went a-kitin' down in there to see wtf all the commotion was about. It was a scream that you didn't wait, you reacted. We just bolted to his aid.
I'm not sure how long it was before I said anything. It felt like forever but it was probably more like 15 seconds. My opening line was "We gotta call the cops". I immediately got out-voted 3-1 on the first ballot.
The head was in pretty bad shape on the side that was facing up. My one bud wanted to turn it over with a stick and woulda got his ass kick on the spot if he did. I rationalized that the time of death wasn't anything we needed to fear for calling the police. Understand, we stayed with the head for I guess about 20 minutes before all had our heartbeats calmed down enough to face the next task of the police deal.
We went to my bud's crib and emptied all our contraband in his foot locker in the garage then drove to the police station and they followed us out. Once we showed them where it was, we were asked to go back up on the hard road and wait. Within an hour, there musta been 20 different variations of law enforcement there. We all gave our stories at different times to different cops. They were pretty cool with us as they could pretty much see everything was adding up the way it really happened. We were told we'd have to give individual depositions later but we never did.
The vividness has dimmed over years but the two things that will never leave my mind of how terrible the hacking was. It was definitely not a clean cut - very, very hatchet job looking. And how pretty she must have been. It's almost like I had some sort of reconstructive mental image of her while she was alive. Maybe that's what kept me sane about it all *shrugs*
PS: I still lurk and am doing well on my weight loss journey!
Glad to hear it on both accounts
I miss seeing the -N- tho
I still have Life In Tokyo on my iPod, btw
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