Saturday, March 28, 2009
I THINK he tripped. Since I blacked out, I don’t know for sure, but he must have tripped twice, falling once on his back and then again on his stomach. What ever! I felt his wrist, and I put a mirror under his nose. Nothing. He was a goner – dead as a doornail.
A lesser man would have panicked. But not me. I grew up learning you let nothing go to waste. Besides, I’d heard they’re pretty good if you know how to clean’m
