Yesterday, driving down the road, listening to the radio.
The news, a mistake for sure. There is never anything up lifting. Another chance for depression.
But there was the bright winter sun, a blue ocean, and moving traffic.
A voice said, "today a woman hiking on a trail near the "Hollywood" sign with her dogs found a head in a plastic bag.
She was alarmed to find that her dogs were playing with something and she wasn't quite sure what it was. When she got close she found that it was a man's head, dismembered from his body, dogs chasing it about.
A human head? Really? Were the eye's open or shut? Was it bleeding? Did it smell? Was the mouth open? Was it ***** bruised, green, blue? Did she scream, faint, swear, look around in a guilty fashion, cry, throw-up, freeze, yell at her dogs..."No....drop it!" Would she call for help? Brush the dogs teeth? With bleach? Take them to the groomer? Who would she call...911, the news, her friends, her Mom, a Priest?
And then it happened...I laughed, a horrible, hysterical laugh. I could see the dogs, chasing the head, in a plastic bag...rolling down the hill.
I will never be able to go the the market again and hear the cashier ask...