Sometimes I die just to be difficult.
Surprisingly difficult. How rude.
When I first saw Jonah's story I thought of Small Town by Lawrence Block: The serial killer needs a place to stay. Everyone's looking for him. So he "tailgates" behind a woman entering her apartment building; forces his way into her apartment; kills her; puts her in the tub; and adds cold water and ice for the next week to keep the smell down.
He also feeds her cat, because it's easy. That cat's not going to call the cops.
When I read Small Town, I thought, "Cold. Practical, and cold. Emphasizes that the killer may be killing for crazy reasons, but he's still a good problem-solver. Oh, and ew. Glad that's not real life."
Of course, now it is real life.
I like this post.
God, I hate it when that happens.
Josh thinks Lou Reed's Street Hassle shares some similarities with this story too.
that totally happened to me one time.
Well, kudos to you for at least taking care of the cat!
Sounds like a sequel idea for Risky Business 2. Tom Cruise getting interviewed by Princeton U while there's a party going on w/ hookers who wont leave, but the twist is now that there's a dead hooker in the bathtub and the princeton guy has to take a pee. What's Tom going to do next?
OK, so the son complained about your story. Well wasn't the woman reportedly a prostitute? Some supportive son he must be. When he goes pointing a finger of blame at the Stranger you forget there are four fingers pointed right back at 'cha.
Stop being soooo Difficult!
All you do is lay around here doing nothing!
You are dead weight to me.
Geeesh get a life!
She wasn't be difficult. He was refusing to take advantage of the system our society has set up to shield us from the dead and their burdens. If he'd called the police, the coroner would have come and removed the body. Upon being claimed by the family, it would have been taken by an undertaker to a funeral home, where she would have been made to look like she "was just sleeping." She would have been buried, and only occasionally thought of.
If you compare this to the systems for disposing of the dead in other societies (hiring professional mourners, donning special clothing for long periods of time, throwing yourself upon the pyre of your dead husband), we've minimized the inconvenience of a corpose in the room to the point that getting your cable fixed is a bigger imposition.
if he stashed his dope outside his apt., where is the danger is calling the cops?
nothing proves they had an illegal transaction.
love the last three sentences
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