November 2nd, 2001

Stab Time

"Home? This is your home. You're dead."

I've been eyeballing the box for weeks now. Brothx0r bought it for 3 bucks and it's been sitting on top of a pile of speakers. I could see it from here. Out of the corner of my eye. I would remind myself from time to time that I most deffinately wasn't going to watch it. Nope. Already saw it. Already know all the "good" lines.

When I came home last night, he turns to me and says, "Hey, you wanna watch Jacob's Ladder?"
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So.. like... the other day, I get this message on icq.

"I think something bad happened today :/"


Well fuck I don't want to copy paste this. Dr00d disappeared mid conversation with this mutual friend, saying the cops had just called, something about needing to identify his fiance. Then he logged. That was Monday. We pondered the meaning of "identify". I had nightmarish fun Monday and Tuesday nights. Or fun nightmares. (Something.. muddlable.) Identify doesn't have to be all bad, right? Maybe she got arrested. Maybe she forgot her wallet. Maybe maybe maybe. Neither of them come back. Maybe they quit the internet, right? We're waiting. I can barely keep up the chit chat. I finally broke down and tried searching for obits today. I only know her first name, and the state. It's not going well.

Maybe that's a good thing.

In related news, one of these partners is not like the others...

Our Partners
· Cemetery Junction
· MyCinnamonToast

Please come back dr00d. I'm fucking begging you.
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