The Study of Decomposer : (Chapter 42)

Friday plans with Irene

“Hi bestie, you about today as I am in Coín, should we meet at El Plato again” this was Irene messaging, the lady that I met who had also lost her dog. “Sure, thing will be great to see you again,” I replied. It was Friday again. The weeks were flying by and by today I so needed my bestie, don’t laugh we just decided to call each other that after our first meet.

The lift with the orange man

So, it was dogs fed and orders printed and packed; I had met TNT and now it was shower time, yes turn up all clean, and in fact, walk there and get so drunk as who cares. So that is what I did, the walk was quite a way, and as I walked down my track to the road a van stopped, the driver looked around 125 years old and the van was full of oranges, he said in Spanish “You need me to take you,” “yes please, where are you headed” I said. “Alhaurín,” he replied. “Great, if you could drop me at the roundabout,” I replied. Bloody hell, there was even a crate of oranges on his front seat; I squeezed myself in and was so happy as this had saved me way over half an hour’s walk.

The smell in the gutter

As I was walking along the… basically gutter, as there was no path along this road, I could smell death. The nearer I got, the stronger the smell, and there it was — the body of a cat. Knowing what I know now and how important it can be to someone, I knew I needed to take photos of this poor little body. Shit, the smell and knowing that I had no spare clothes and I was not far off to meeting Irene that this had to be done quickly. Why is it when you need something done quickly that it just doesn’t happen? One, the sun was shining down on my phone and I put the code in wrong; then I fell backwards into the gutter. I cut all my arms and as I sat up, I began to retch. I am sorry to say that the only way to stop myself from pissing myself was more than a cross-your-legs situation.

Sharing with Julie

Pictures were taken and off I went; while walking I sent all the photos to Our Julie.

Bestie night and hangover

“Bestie,” said my bestie. “Bestie,” I replied. Basically, we both got so pissed and thankfully she had her boyfriend with her and he took me home. I don’t even remember saying goodbye to my bestie.

The morning after

Holy moly, I so remember the hangover the next day though; it was now Saturday and wow, I felt like I had never felt before.

The sushi conversation

“Bestie, did we eat yesterday?” I typed. “Yes, I think we had sushi,” she replied; shit, just seeing the word sushi made me run to the toilet.

Decomposer obsession

Great, so now I was back to a minus size zero. Now knowing that I was totally empty, so no risk of another panic attack, I went on to study all about decomposers.

Wow, I was into it — google after google — it’s fascinating; can you believe that there are people that actually donate their bodies to research this? They do, and climate and weather take part in this.

In certain countries, bodies are put into cages at certain times of the year and decomposer happens differently according to the weather and temperature.

Rain tends not to rot the body; it actually preserves the body.

Thinking of George

I can’t write what I basically studied as it’s kind of wrong, yet now I had an understanding — and please remember I know what the weather was like the moment George went through those gates.

“Is it George? Could it be George? Maybe he had been there for the five weeks until we found him; maybe he did get hit by a car a few hours after he went missing,” I thought.

Back to work

I then for some reason instantly discounted the fact and remembered that tomorrow it was Sunday and I needed to get my pallet posters up early before anyone caught me.

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