[Gretel Bosch; fifth entry]
July 9, 2006
God, this sucks. Isn't that what the kids say? This sucks, that sucks. Alcohol withdrawal definitely qualifies for the category of sucking. It's actually more dangerous than heroin withdrawal. I'm tapering off, of course, not going cold turkey.
If I had a subject on the slab right now, I might vomit in his chest cavity. I never spewed once on the job, unlike all three of my brothers.
But, back home, somebody (probably at least two people) has taken it into their heads to drill a cylinder all the way down through the coffin in Shanie Derfford's grave. I can only imagine how puzzled they'll be by the sample they obtain. Of course, being criminals they won't be in a position to use the evidence to obtain an exhumation order. But in Donnetown, written statutes have often taken a back seat to other interests. So, it really depends on whom our amateur achaeologists are working for, or whom they approach.
I dropped my subscription to the Elegy years ago. The only reason I know this even happened is because Shanie Derfford herself called me. Rather upset.
I told her to lose my number, and hoped I wouldn't remember the call. But, I did, and it nagged at me. Hence my current near-sobriety, my tremors, pulsating headaches and cold sweats. Oddly enough, fear doesn't seem to be part of the mix. I was only drinking myself to death anyway. (Very comfortably, too.)
As soon as my eyes and hands are ready for precision work, I'll update and upgrade my body kit. Then it's off on a road trip; probably my last. It's been fun reminiscing, but the present requires my attendance.
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