2003-07-02 || 5:02 p.m.

|| resting in pieces ||

today a man died right outside my office window. i stood at my desk and watched the whole thing. he was lying on the ground and there were people standing around him not really doing anything except shaking his arm and halfheartedly thumping at his chest so i got up and ran outside and tried to remember airwaybreathingcirculation don'tcrackthesternum onetwothreefourfive breathe because i am a girl scout and we know these things. but the ambulance came and i went back inside and watched from my desk.

he died right outside my window. i don't know if it was before i got up to see what was going on or while all the office ladies were huddled over my desk trying to get a look at something graphic, but he died and his soul floated up and came in through the window, all ghosty and confused. the waistband of his tighty whities are visible above his pants and he has no shirt on and his face is blue and i am trying to stroke his hand in that calming way to make him feel better about things.

i would be right mad if i had to drop dead on telegraph avenue right smack in front of the mrs. field's and the tarot card tables.

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