Stones & Bones
Alright already! Halloween has bonked me over the head. With early morning lines in front of second-hand clothing shops, Pumpkin Spice Frappuccino® Blendeds, Costco-sized bags o’ (tooth-rotting) candy, too much purple hair dye + much more…Portland has that special spark in the air once again. Witches, ghosts and skeletons making my bones rattle…no, for real!
The whole nine yards around this concocted holiday of humorous horrors was brought to the forefront upon my previewing the spectacular new 3D version of Tim Burton’s classic Nightmare Before Christmas. “So real, it’s scary!” As I age, waiting in line for ninety minutes for a movie preview is a bit out of my league. But those seats at the Regal Megaplex at the Bridgeport Village lifestyle center in Tigard, mmmmm, like butt caramel, man! Oh, but I digress thinking of candy.
This Halloween my body decided to catch up with the rest of me by mystically producing an 8MM kidney stone (which is still floatin’ ’round somewhere on the right side of the ureter). Needless (I hope!) to say I’m neither tricking or treating this holiday season. Talk about sticks and stones! Though, if I were to go out and about as a masked man about town I might have considered reprising my roll as an 8 ball (numerology, my dear). Or maybe it would be fun to don a series of sparkly marbles, dangling from a belt, and send those shimmering stones back to Bedrock!
January 16th, 2008 at 11:46 am
Part 4 of the Blog Comment Novel
Working Title: Sienna on Suicide Watch, Swedish Fishing
And then there was the lanky 18-year-old with a mop of blond hair who arrived at the downtown jail in November on a heroin charge. He said he heard voices pushing him to hurt himself and had attempted suicide six times. Though the jail normally would have released him right away because the charge against him was relatively minor, the worried staff decided to hold him overnight on suicide watch before a judge freed him. A half hour later he threw himself off a nearby parking garage, dying in the shadow of the jail.
Or maybe it would be fun to don a series of sparkly marbles, dangling from a belt, and send those shimmering stones back to Bedrock!
That afternoon, a day after he dropped out of a residential drug and alcohol treatment program, police say they found him using heroin in a downtown Starbucks bathroom.
Overstreet told jail staff that he had tried to kill himself a half-dozen times, most recently a month earlier. “He said that he hears voices and they sometimes tell him to hurt himself,” the agency files note. “He said that he wanted to hurt himself this morning but is OK now.”
Halloween has bonked me over the head. With early morning lines in front of second-hand clothing shops, Pumpkin Spice Frappuccino® Blendeds, Costco-sized bags o’ (tooth-rotting) candy, too much purple hair dye + much more…Portland has that special spark in the air once again. Witches, ghosts and skeletons making my bones rattle…no, for real!
As is standard for new inmates put on suicide watch, Overstreet was strip-searched, clothed in a special smock and put in a single-person cell. He didn’t get any sheets or utensils with his meals.
The whole nine yards around this concocted holiday of humorous horrors was brought to the forefront upon my previewing the spectacular new 3D version of Tim Burton’s classic Nightmare Before Christmas. “So real, it’s scary!”
Another inmate nicknamed “Jiminy the Jumper” twice plunged off the second floor of a cellblock to try to kill himself. The county paid his medical bills and later spent about $750,000 fencing off the jail balconies to prevent future jumps.
end of part 4