Life’s a B movie, it’s stupid and it’s strange.

15 Feb

So the Dorf and I, despite two days of bickering and general annoyance, ventured out into the wilds of this place last night. I needed to hit the dollar store for Nat’s gift basket, and wanted to get out. It was a nice night anyway.

So we hit a few stores, and then we see flashing cherries in the distance. I wanted to wander up that way anyway, so up we go.

We get to the lights. We figure, oh, the way people drive around here, it’s likely just a silly accident, broken lights, etc.

Then we see the firetrucks. Then we see the tarp draped over the Neon. We see the firefighters standing around, staring, not saying much, the photographer for the paper looking almost quilty that he must be so close. There’s not much left of the Neon on the drivers side. It’s crushed. It’s obvious that the person died instantly, if not soon after the crash.

When I realize that someone has died there, I turn away, immediately saddened. Then I look around at the mass of people standing around, staring, for no better reason then they have nothing else to do.

SOMEONE DIED HERE. Is nothing sacred? I begin to go off, talking loudly about how I imagine that it’s someone’s son or daughter in that car, and how would they feel. No one listens. I almost get run over by someone driving through the detour. I yell and gesticulate at them. No one notices. Aside from the ghouls distasteful watching the proceeding, no one is really seeing anything. They stand and they stare and they talk about their day as someone’s mangled body sits waiting in a crushed car.

I could feel bile rising in my throat. We left quickly.

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