Thursday, June 17, 2004

Here in the legal business, it occurs that clients die. I don't have a bad track record. I've been a paralegal for 7 years and I've lost 4 clients. Two murders, one suicide and one from natural causes. Maybe those statistics are not so great. The first murder was a young woman 8 months pregnant who was on the wrong end of a drug deal. They killed her and her boyfriend execution style. The other paralegal I worked with at the time and I actually went to the funeral. The fetus/baby was in the casket with her and looked just a like a baby doll. This girl's son and my son were in pre-school together, although her mom had custody of the son. Small town Americana sucks sometimes. Someone in NYC probably wouldn't have this problem of knowing everyone's business. I also drive past the house where she was killed every day. The latest murder happened on Saturday. Our clients, who lived in a trailer up a muddy hollow, either cooked up some bad meth and fed it to each other, although we believe the wife offed him then tried to make it look like an accidental OD on her part. She lived. The deceased's mother called to tell us as the wife was still having her stomach pumped. They need money for the funeral. Sorry. The wife called yesterday to tell us she had walking pneumonia. Guess she didn't know the mother-in-law had already called to tell us the truth. Sissy, my boss's secretary, my partner in crime, her fiance is a mortician in the county where this happened. He called a buddy of his who is a friend of the daughter of the sister of the deceased to get the story. Nothing is sacred. Someone said he was knocked over the head, someone else said he had blue stuff coming out of his mouth and someone said, nah, he was just blue cuz he was dead. We believe it was murder. Our suicide was a lady who was despondent because her case wasn't going as well as she would have liked, became depressed, bought $4000 worth of Christmas presents and then shot herself in the head 3 days before Christmas. I went to high school with her daughter. She lingered but eventually died around the 26th or 27th. On the one year anniversary of her death, her husband, an alcoholic, tried to commit suicide by cop by shooting up the bar he frequents. No one was injured. Interestingly enough, the one who died of natural causes was a key witness in the above lady's case. He was in prison where she worked. She was a nurse and he was a partial parapalegic or something from a gunshot wound. He also had kidney problems, which is what killed him. He was a nice sorta fellow. He never gave me any problems. Next time I'll tell ya about the One-Brain Cell family that I've mentioned before. Thanks to all those who have read my blog.
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    Blogger Vadergrrrl said...

    Morbid... I love it. YOUR blog rocks! Its creepy when people die, except in the movies. Tweek is an evil drug, we have all lost someone we know to that crap.

    Have a good weekend!

    6/18/2004 01:54:00 PM  

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