she is dead max : part iii
April 10, 2009
I was fifteen.
I was being told there was an accident.
I said, Well how is she?
People looked at me funny.
Finally someone said, She is dead, Max.
:::part i:::
:::part ii:::
:::part iii:::
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celluloid blonde 
Reminds me of a passage in Joseph Wambaugh’s “Choirboys” and I am paraphrasing from memory.
Traffic accident being handled by Roscoe, the main character, and he is fed up with the rubberneckers slowing to see the carnage. One of them yells “hey, anyone hurt?”
Roscoe lifts up a decapitated head to show the guy. “I think this guy had a scratch”
I’ve taken care of a lot of people who have been in some bad car accidents. It is surprising how long it takes for them to ask about the others.
As a kid I had been in so many accidents people walked away from, I did not really comprehend people died in car accidents — until I was in my teens and a friend did die in a car accident.
A boyfriend of mine was partially decapitated in a car accident. Such an undignified way to go.
Oh there are much more undignified ways to go. A majority of cardiac arrests go on the toilet. Apparently, toilet activities put a strain on the heart.