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break between classes. last night i drank a forty, then went to have a cigarette. i decided to venture away from my usual smoking haunt, the shady parking lot behind my apartment complex (which now has no exterior door, thanks a lot ann arbor realty- as if the PLASTIC windows which are not sealed around the edges were not doing enough to undermine my sense of home security). i walked next door to mysterious university building which has a large, well-lit, perpetually vacant parking lot. i stood in the parking lot beneath a streetlamp (one of those sodium-looking ones with the orange-ish light) next to a dumpster. it was one of those harmless office dumpsters thats just full of paper and boxes and some coffegrounds at worst. suddenly i noticed something next ot my left foot. it looked- i don't know, soft and it caught my eye. moving around the football-sized object i knelt down to inspect and was a little shocked to realize that it was, in fact, the neatly severed head of a deer. a baby deer. it wasn't gross and putrefaction/decay had not yet began. i got pretty close to it, actually...close enought to see that the eyes were still glassy and the nose had only just begun to dry out. in my uneducated opinion this fawn had been dead for maybe a day. the strangest thing about this was that although the parking lot and my apartment complex border a small wood which might find a number of deer frolicking about, this was not a deer i was staring at. it was a SEVERED DEER HEAD with NO TRACE of a corpse anywhere around. with some trepidation, i raised the lid of the dumpster, lit my lighter and peered inside. nothing but one plastic bag of junkmail. the cut was clean, i used my lighter again to check it out. it seemed as though someone was, like, ditching some evidence. but why next to the dumpster and not inside? could the deer have fallen from a height and somehow been decapitated? if so, where was the torso of the beast? all of this illuminates the fundamental unpredictability of shit. i had a buzz, i went for a cigarette, i stood next to the head of a really big freshly slaughtered animal, i washed my face, i went to bed. |
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