such a long long night. so many things happening. good. bad. strange.
wandering with greg. talking. new orleans beginning again. visiting
chickenmans old store. now a temple. ghosts in the windows of the second
story across from the a&p. exploring the magick of new orleans.
later. on dxm. someone tells me about alex. he killed a girl in his squat.
strangled her. shoved broomsticks up her ass. fucked her. and again. poured
bleach all over her. then pulled up the floorboards and tried to get people
to help bury her.
i dont understand. trying. alex wasnt like that. i hung out with him
sometimes. i last saw him in the square. during one of the free dinners. he
had second degree staph. it was past his elbow. he told me that when it hit
his heart he would die. in a few days if he didnt get medical care. go to
the hospital. soon. so yarn was trying to get him to go to the hospital.
she was going to bring him. maybe she got him to go. and he thanked her by
killing her close friend eve.
it keeps turning over in my mind. when you find out someone you know killed
someone else you know. [later i found out from someone a few cells down from
alexs. alex did it all for fun. and i understand less. thinking back. the
last few days. as death came upon him. he did seem different. almost not
caring if he died]. turning. over. and over.
i dont really know how to react. my mind confused. disgusted. i dont remember
eve that well. barely knew her. so i cant feel sad. angry though. in
some way that one of our people could do that to another. in a squat. for
fun. and so confused. so disgusted. disgusted is totally the right word.
they say he wont make it. not in the penitentiary. in opp [orleans parish
prison] hes already gotten beat up many times. every day doing something
against the unwritten code of prisoners. he gets beat up for farting. yanked
off the bed for hanging his foot over the bunk. soon hell be dead. by staph
or by jail.