Huh
So, unfortunately my Enlightenment experiment was interrupted by the 3 "B"s of Dead Guys. Friday morning my sister woke up and a buddy of hers was dead on her couch. Most likely an overdose, maybe intentional, but probably not. So, after freaking out for little while, they got the cops over there to do their thing. They took the body away etc. Paperwork for days. Maggie's roommate's mother and crew came over and hauled away the couch (there was some blood and vomit). I got Mags over to my place, and we had a nice quiet freak-out together, and once her head was back in a better space, we went over to her place. This is where the 3 "B"s were utilized. There was still some blood and other unmentionables on the wall and floorboard, a few fairly nasty blankets, and some normal garbage. So, I did some cleaning. Spent the next few hours marshalling an international support network, a group of folks to get in touch with the girls and let them know they aren't in it alone, as it were. Finally, following a long-standing tradition, we had our Dead Fella Party, involving lots of booze, with the purpose of taking everyone's minds off of it.
1st B - Bleach. One needs this to clean up the detritus of the dead guy.
2nd B - Booze. General anesthetic, apply liberally.
3rd B - Buckets. Keep these close, elbow-deep in gore and one's stomach attempts to seceed from the union. A vicious battle ensues, and many refugees run for the border, if you catch my drift.
1st B - Bleach. One needs this to clean up the detritus of the dead guy.
2nd B - Booze. General anesthetic, apply liberally.
3rd B - Buckets. Keep these close, elbow-deep in gore and one's stomach attempts to seceed from the union. A vicious battle ensues, and many refugees run for the border, if you catch my drift.