thinking about my own murder
Often when I walk home from the metro station at night (about half a mile, and 1/2 of that is through this big, empty parking lot), I wonder what would happen if I were to be murdered there. I wonder who would be killing me, what does he do, what's his past like, what's his record like? What would be going through the offender's mind when he offed me, how he would do it (I always envision being stabbed to death for some reason, although it seems more probable that he would get in his car and drive toward me as quickly as possible and killing me that way) and what he would do with my body afterward (leave it there, hide it, chop it up, throw it into the Potomac?). I wonder how long it would take for anybody to notice that I'm gone. I talk to my dad every day, so he might be the first one to notice it. Or maybe Lisa or Marsha at work, although if it happened on a Friday, it would be a couple days before anybody noticed. Especially now that Kate's gone, that thought kind of weirds me out. I wonder what the investigation would be like too. Man, these are sick thoughts.
On an unrelated note, I came home last night and both elevators were not working. We have four, but two have been closed off for a couple years while the building is doing renovations. So of the two, one was out of service and the other just didn't come when I called it. I live on the 13th floor. I'm lucky that I was able to walk up that many flights of stairs. But there are a lot of old people in this building. Many in wheelchairs and they would have been fucked last night. This was around 10:30 p.m. so there wasn't anybody working in the building. Absolutely unacceptable.
On an unrelated note, I came home last night and both elevators were not working. We have four, but two have been closed off for a couple years while the building is doing renovations. So of the two, one was out of service and the other just didn't come when I called it. I live on the 13th floor. I'm lucky that I was able to walk up that many flights of stairs. But there are a lot of old people in this building. Many in wheelchairs and they would have been fucked last night. This was around 10:30 p.m. so there wasn't anybody working in the building. Absolutely unacceptable.