My Mom called me this morning to ask about the dead body I found last night.
“Yes, that is what I found, right in the middle of the road.”
“How do you know he wasn’t just sleeping?”
“Really?”
“Well…”, she pressed on, “you’re not saying much, how do you know he was dead and not just passed out?”
“Because his legs were on backwards” I told her.
“Yeah, but how….”
“ He was dead”
“But…”
“Dead”
(silence)
“Why don’t you have anything more to say about it?”
here we go
“Because there’s nothing more to tell.”
At 3:00 this morning, while speeding along at 75mph, I swerved to avoid hitting what I thought was a laundry bag of clothes, but what turned out to be a clothed bag of meat, sprawled in the middle lane of I-16.
A man wearing all black, who was apparently walking down the middle of the highway, was struck and killed by a passing vehicle. Not my vehicle. The cops checked my car for guts and hair. They didn’t find any.
Some folks really know how to ring in the new year.
Auld Lang Syne.
Farewell stranger.
Trust The Devil You Know 