[Pazuzu]

You notice the strangest things (and remember them) when you have someone bleeding our in your arms. I remember how the guy had a wad of cash in his pocket that had blown out around the parking lot, and thought it strange the color that bills turned when loaded with blood.

I also noticed the silver pen that was still clipped to his shirt pocket.
Also, the specific color green that the neon sign overhead was projecting in the pool of blood.

Lots of things.

For all of that noticing, it wasn't until the next morning that I saw that I had blood all up and down my arms, all over my clothes, and all over the inside of my car door.


It happened in the parking lot of a hotel that I was leaving, right around midnight. After going through that, then getting in the car and driving home, it pissed me off to no end that the road was full of people who were completely unaware that someone had just died a horrible and accidental death, that his wife would have to fly back to Washington state alone, that his adult kids would never get to say goodbye. All of that, and here's people driving around like they don't care. It took a while (months) before I could properly deal with all of those emotions.