Dead Like Me
I think there are moments in ones life that should be remembered: birthdays, joyous occasions, any time when one is so happy they could burst. However, it seems that the memories that always stick are the bad ones. That's why I know I'll always remember seeing my first dead body.
I can't predict the future, but I don't plan on seeing more than a dozen more dead bodies in my life...who knows. I know, though, that when I drove past the parking lot of a hispanic grocerey store and saw a man lying (or laying? since he wasn't alive, does it change to lay?) in a parking space, that I will never forget it. On first glance (it was only a glance, since I was driving) he looked like a drunk lying in the parking space, but it seemed an odd thing for a person to do. So, I turned around and drove by again. The guy was still there. Just lying there. No movement.
So after driving by 4 more times, I had ascertained that the man's chest was not moving, which means to me that his breathing was shallow or that he wasn't breathing at all. I had my mom call the cops and I drove away, since it was a horrible part of town.
So, the guy may not have been dead, but it looked as if he was. I don't really know how to feel, because I could have stopped to see if he was okay, but again...horrible part of town.
So that's that.
Also, I don't really know how anybody can both sleep and support Rudy Guiliani. Just sayin'.