it’s been a while.

I just wrote this and really liked it.

“Look, I get it. I’m a little out of touch. I’m learning a lot about things I never had to deal with. This part of the city doesn’t give us much trouble aside from the drunks or the frat boys; the locals know their role and keep quiet. Working downtown is a vacation compared to other parishes. You don’t have to go to your boss and explain to him you’ve got a car full of dead bodies filled with bullet holes and a dozen people saw it happen and you can’t get one witness to make a statement worth a fuck. Not one. You sell candles and bags of shit to tourists from Kentucky while I have to examine how a bullet ripped apart a 9 year olds skull because daddy was drunk and had a bad day. I’ve seen so much fucked up shit it would make your heart stop. You ever seen a body swell up in the Louisiana heat? If you kill someone and let them sit in the sun, say, in August? For a few days, let em’ get nice and ripe.
Let the gasses inside bubble and boil in the tropical heat, let it fester as the body decomposes. The body will look like Violet Beauregard from Willy Wonka, all huge and purply blue. A big, nasty ball. But what’s worse is that the slightest touch to ole’ violet results in the most foul smell on earth because she’ll pop like a country tick. And you don’t want to be there when that happens. If the body pops, the clothes you’re wearing a ruined. Can’t save em’.
Wrap the day up and throw them in the trash. No salvation. The smell of a festering body is that bad. It smells like the nastiest pile of dog shit you’ve ever encountered on a hot summer day times infinity covered in seventy dead rats all swimming in vomit from a homeless aids patient.
That fucking bad. Imagine some nice roasting internal organs that have been reduced to liquid splattering everything in a 3 feet radius. Coagulated blood spraying you in the face and all that will be left is a corpse that looks like a deflated balloon at a kid’s party, cept’ there ain’t no clowns around. Now, you tell me if I’ve had time to keep up with my vampires.