Fragment
of telephone conversation:
cog:
you gotta
cog:
Yeah yeah, I um, this has been some fucking day, Jesus, Mary, Joseph and
Christ.
cog:
The boss told us you’d, there’d been
cog:
Know what it was? I get up this morning same as always and, you know, another
morning another shift, all of that, shit shower shave, all of that, and then I
pull back the curtains... there’s a guy hanging by his leg from the
fucking lamp-post.
cog:
By his leg? Oh my God. The boss didn’t say any... what was, he just
cog:
Hanging there by his leg. Jesus God almighty, he’s just hanging there with his
face all really badly fucked up, all bloated up and and... fucked.
cog:
Was he from your, did you know him?
cog:
Nope, nobody here knew him. Nothing um... I got the cops and they came and an
ambulance came, took him away, a bit after that a truck pulls up, washes off
the sidewalk where there was blood on it and stuff, and off they go. I’m gonna
look out there tomorrow and wonder if I dreamt all this shit. Christ. This
cog:
Is there tape out, did they rope it off?
cog
(suddenly surprised): No. No they, they just took him away, washed up
afterward, and that’s it.
cog:
Do you know if they got anybody for it yet, the cops? Do th-
cog:
They weren’t saying anything this morning. But um, Carrie’s brother’s on the
force and he called about an hour ago, they think it’s a suicide thing, that,
‘cause they found these sheets of paper covered with, it was some kind
of note, but it, I don’t know, but Bill said he had some paper the same in his
pocket, so...
cog:
Yeah but how the fuck do you hang yourself by the legs? I mean, you’d
have to, I don’t know, you’d
cog:
Oh no no, no I think what they think happened was he’d been, see there was a
bottle of beer, he’d left some stuff at, he didn’t have a shirt on or anything,
you know, and um, this is according to Bill anyway, but they think he was
probably pretty loaded, and when he was trying to tie, when he was tying up the
rope on the the, the, you know um the cross, the bar of the lamp-post,
the he must’ve maybe gotten caught up in it and fell off, but with his foot in
the rope and then WHAP!
smacking
his hand down hard on the telephone table
cog:
knocked himself out on the pole. There was um, there was blood coming out of
his head. That’s why they came to clean the place up, there was
cog:
Ah there’ll be, it’ll all be in the “Globe” tomorrow.
cog:
Yeah, I expect. I’ll see what I can get out of Bill.
cog:
Yeah, see if you can find out how come he did it there. Maybe it was just a random
thing and it has absolutely nothing to do with you.
cog:
See that’s what I’ve been thinking all day. Either that or it might be
something like those Manson murders, where they went back to someplace he’d
lived, or someone he knew’d lived, and even though it was different people now,
they just killed them all anyway. Something like that maybe? I guess that’s
what the cops will be doing, checking out who’s lived here back down the line,
in case it’s sort of, maybe this place had some private significance for
the guy.
cog:
How long have you and Carrie been there now?
