I was walking back from Papa Johns, to sneaky download some of their WiFi for my kindle (7 episodes), and on my way back, in the middle of the night was reading a book and listening to music, and almost stepped on a dead guy.
Dead black guy, just like, fell over dead. Guessing he was doing drugs or something, a few a week die here from overdoses. Given the position he died in, last sight he would of seen was a silver wagon, a Silverado or something, and a lame cloudy sky.
Luckily someone else saw dead guy and called the cops just prior to me, so it gave me a great aliabi.
So, here is to you dead guy. Tonight, you died, and they tried to get a IV into you, then they shocked you… and a crowd stood around you. You made some girl cry (original discoverer, clueless as to who you were, but you managed to fuck her dreams up for awhile.
And you got yourself a posting.
Your likely being officially pronounced dead at the moment by a disinterested ER doc, and will be wheeled down to the morgue, to take a chill pill.
The most impressive thing though dead guy, you got your own post made for you on ILP. That counts for something. Not much, but something.
I wonder what effect all his drugs will have on the worms that eat him.