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|cutlip (profile) wrote, |
on 1-14-2004 at 10:23pm
|Current mood: contemplative
Music: Seven Nation Army.x.White Stripes
|Okayso. I've been gone for a while. Work and work and work is what I've been doing. No surprise. But I think the most interesting part of this week was. Yet again. A .
Stopping in front of a motel with the windows all shut, except: 1. 11th storee. Through it comes a girl who was of medium build, stopping and staring at all the EMU's and cop cars. I barely heard someone shouting up at her through a megaphone, but everyone sawherjump.
Stopped on the seventh storee and swung. Hungherselfrightsidedown. And it's not the EMT OR Police department's job to cover up trauma situations. So we went up and cut her rope, dragged her in. Droppingbody: badthing.
She was laying down as we put her into a bodybag. Nobody wanted to touch her neck to get the rope off, but it was in the way of the zipper. So I picked it up and tossed it in. Then wiped my gloves on a towel and walked away.
Someone commented that it's sad when they do that. They always feel SORRY for them. But when the background was, like in this case, simply being upset over a BREAKUP..
Yeah-HAHAHA, sorry you killed yourself, little dead bitch.
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