November 10, 2006
I was too young to be numb to what I was seeing. It should have turned my stomach and left me horrified. It should have scarred my subconscious and flooded my sleeping hours with nightmares. I stood there and watched his body sway, examining the way the extension cord was bruising the dead flesh of his neck. I did not know him, but I had seen him wander in and out of the next apartment a few times. That morning, as I retrieved the newspaper from the road, it did not upset me that I would never see him again.