The Interview

As she talked I could feel her breath burning every hair in my nostrils. It's amazing how far you can stand away from someone and still smell the liquor marinating through her lack of teeth. She'd obviously indulged her self with a Friday afternoon cocktail. It was about 4:30, the start of the weekend, why not?

I looked around. This neighborhood was a pretty dilapidated, but not in as bad shape as most of the neighborhoods you end up in when the police find dead bodies. Most of the homes actually had people living in them, instead of decorated with plywood sealing the decaying inside off from the rest of the world. I only saw one liquor bottle in the open lot we walked across, which is always a sign.

Everyone was outside their homes, sitting on their front or back porches. It's usually next to impossible to get anyone to even make eye contact with us, let alone talk to us, but the second our live truck rolled up to the sidewalk someone ran up to us to show us where police found the body. Everyone had something to say about this body, but of course, no one wanted to say it on camera.

That's when she walked up. She looked like she had been run over at one point in her life. she was about 5 foot 7, rail thin and had the mouth of a baby (who just started teething). She was completely willing to talk about the body and the neighborhood. Maybe it was the booze talking, but it was a good soundbite. She was so excited for her 20 seconds of fame.

Too bad we got pulled off the story.