Motherfucker!
Fun Fact
In this day and age, with all the spare corpses available, it’s become increasingly difficult to dispose of a carcass cheaply. I got hooked up (via social worker with hospice) with one of the few outfits allowed to accept body donation in Oregon and was refused because I’ve done heroin a few times. Over 20 years ago.
You’d think that
32 surgeries
Pieces of hip in ankle
MRSA near death survivor
Etc
Would make me a fun candidate to study but to knock me off for doing heroin a couple of times? Fuck off then.
I’m halfway researching carcass disposal rates and I’ll let y’all know what I find. There really should be an economical way to dispose of a body for those of us who don’t place our vessel as a high priority after we’re done riding around in it. My son won’t let me use the garbage service, he says it’s disrespectful. I’d fit in that bin perfectly. I’m not physically able to disappear (I could’ve a couple years ago).
I just don’t want my son to have to deal with it later. Too bad I like him. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t care and I’d just croak and let him hassle with it.
You know, dying is an experience that’s super subjective and everyone will view it differently. It’s kind of weird living it. I mentioned that I was never given (or asked for) an estimate of when I’d go, and I don’t know if that factors into my thinking much or not. I should actually be videoing daily clips but that’s just over the top egomaniacal shit, almost as bad as this long ass diatribe of nonsense while I’m missing Johnny and Roy rescuing a snakebite victim.
Anyone remember that dude on Howard Stern that always accused people of being “chlamydia victim!”?