Roy Huggins Says Stuff

A client of mine died. He was murdered last Friday night. I don’t really know any details at this point.

So I’m writing this while Electra goes to get some mini-burgers, which I’ve never tried, from The Barley Mill Pub. We only own one DVD and have no television service. I’ve read everything my RSS reader has for me. You know the scene.

When my supervisors broke the news, I’m not sure what happened. I was already kind of in my own world and worried about something else. I was in movie-observer mode. But that isn’t really true. Movies suck me in and get me. I cry at movies. This felt like I was somewhere else. I’ve felt that way since.

Apparently they found out about it because the homicide detective called the agency today to talk to whoever his counselor was.

I learned he’d been murdered and I was all “I gotta call that detective! I’ll give him my intel and he’ll break this case!” But the homicide office at Portland Police closes at 4:00pm. Another useful piece of learning.

I keep auditing my feelings and coming up short. All I know is that I’m really detached and that I refuse to tell anyone any personal info about the guy. When you die, your rights to confidentiality pretty much go out the window. But my mind won’t accept that. I won’t even tell anyone his first name.

I know that when I look to see what I’m thinking I envision myself meeting at his appointed time tomorrow and chatting about all that murder weirdness. Wasn’t that just crazy? Life sure can throw some strange curve balls, can’t it? Wacky!

I am also drunk. And I plan to get a wee bit drunker. Lucky for me, it only takes a few beers.

Good night, Internet! I’ll see ya later!

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