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May 9, 2003
The police and the dogs and detectives, and some reporters and amateur sleuths, and of course my own family. They're all out there – helicopters, boats, scuba equipment -- trying to find my body. They haven't seen it, and, thus, by extension, me, for over a week, so they've come to the conclusion that I'm dead (my brother guesses strangulation and decapitation; my sister, rape and bludgeoning) and now all they have to do is find me (my body) so there can be "closure". It's kind of fun, watching all the hysteria, from here behind the wall and beyond the tiny peephole.