Kicking dead things

What would you do if you found a partially decomposed body in a remote area?

A good friend of mine told me that she would first check the hips, the larynx, and shoes to determine gender. Then she would steal anything of value. Then she would pray for the people that caused the body to be there. Then she would kick the decedent to see if it would become a little decedent here, a little decedent there. Then she would call the cops. She said she would not take hair or body parts with her – too close to voodoo shit; scary. She would leave a gun untouched.

What if the shoes were the same size that you wore and they were nicer – would you take them?

I didn’t ask about dental fillings. That is kinda gross. Even if they were available, it is only 10k gold – good and hard, but not as valuable as the gold in jewelry.

Life is funny. I was just writing the above and letting that relationship sink deeply into me. Felt very comforting. Then that very relationship got yanked out ugly. Yeah, life is funny.

Watched the opening day for the Yankees: Winning, losing, won. Good day. Am watching the opening day for Red Sox now: Winning, losing, losing by a lot. Great day.

When is doubt about life, lose yourself in sports. It’s like a replacement for reality. That’s why there are so many statistics to keep track of – makes sure you can’t let even a smidgen of your real life seep in. 6 – 1 KC over BoSox, Bottom 7th, 2 outs, count 1-2. The line 1-5-0; 6-10-0. See? Ten-mile stare. No reality. It works!

Onward.

Here’s a book I will read someday. Anchored In Love: An Intimate Portrait of June Carter Cash, by her son, John Carter Cash. It’s due out June 5, 2007.

Gotta go. Reality seeping back in …