Friday, May 3, 2013
"Dirty Rainwater And A Cheap Cigar"
Today Edmund laid in dirty rainwater in an overpass tunnel and smoked a cheap cigar. It was the most relaxed he had been in weeks.
It just became clear to him that there was no real fighting what was going to happen to him. The rain water went through the cell openings on his exposed back, filling every gap rather quickly. The water continued then throughout his body, slowly replacing his blood.
This was happening, it wasn't going to be painful and as death's go it was kind of the best he could have asked for.
With his last bit of consciousness intact he took a big puff of the cigar.
"Farewell world, hope we see each other soon."