The existing situation is disagreeable.
Background Noise: This Nearly Was Mine
Last Visited:Color Quiz?
Random Thought: the "it's west virginia" defense doesn't actually fly, does it?
Mood: Grr.
Why do i feel like i've stumbled into one of those terribly-cliche chicklit mysteries? I hate being on the periphery of a situation that should exist and not knowing the details of what has happened. Nothing i've heard makes sense; and what's worse, everything i've heard is upsetting. Or upsetting because i'm not as upset as i should be. Or something like that.
I'll tell you what i know, but you won't believe me - and i hope that i'm wrong.
a) My cousin Mike is currently in a coma - with no brain function - in West Virginia
b) there are police stationed in his room
c) Apparently after being served breakfast in jail, he was discovered on the floor of his cell, collapsed
d) he was not breathing
e) it took from 40mins -> an hour and 40 mins (depending on who's telling the story) for an ambulance to show up
f) he flatlined in the ambulance and was recessutated
g) he was in jail after apparently being arrested for tresspassing
h) and for resisting arrest
i) he had been beaten by the cops
j) his friends had apparently called the cops as a joke - knowing he would probably fight them
k) my aunt is going to sue the jail
l) there is apparently no investigation into criminal charges against anyone
m) most likely i will get a call this afternoon letting me know he's been pulled off life support.
All i keep hearing are stupid platitudes like "well, it's west virginia," and "you know he's been living with that religious group," and "you know he has a problem with authority," and i sit back and realize that no one is surprised - i'm not surprised that he will have died in jail for a stupid problem that escalated seemingly without cause. This kid - a man i call a kid even though he was older than me, bigger than me, stronger than me, tougher than me, neglected, scared, and confused - had been doomed from the day he was born.
My mother once told me how guilty my dad felt not taking Mike and his brother Steve away from my aunt Katy when they were two and were found crying in soiled diapers playing with god knows what in the house by themselves. The few times i actually remember seeing my cousins they adored my father... but by the time they were teenagers it was too late to save them; i know he tried.
This whole situation is just too surreal. And where am i? At work - attempting to watch the Michigan v. Michigan State game on espn's gameday feed - just waiting to hear... anything that makes sense.
Let's just say, today, at this moment, the Color Quiz is spot on.
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Last Visited:Color Quiz?
Random Thought: the "it's west virginia" defense doesn't actually fly, does it?
Mood: Grr.
Why do i feel like i've stumbled into one of those terribly-cliche chicklit mysteries? I hate being on the periphery of a situation that should exist and not knowing the details of what has happened. Nothing i've heard makes sense; and what's worse, everything i've heard is upsetting. Or upsetting because i'm not as upset as i should be. Or something like that.
I'll tell you what i know, but you won't believe me - and i hope that i'm wrong.
a) My cousin Mike is currently in a coma - with no brain function - in West Virginia
b) there are police stationed in his room
c) Apparently after being served breakfast in jail, he was discovered on the floor of his cell, collapsed
d) he was not breathing
e) it took from 40mins -> an hour and 40 mins (depending on who's telling the story) for an ambulance to show up
f) he flatlined in the ambulance and was recessutated
g) he was in jail after apparently being arrested for tresspassing
h) and for resisting arrest
i) he had been beaten by the cops
j) his friends had apparently called the cops as a joke - knowing he would probably fight them
k) my aunt is going to sue the jail
l) there is apparently no investigation into criminal charges against anyone
m) most likely i will get a call this afternoon letting me know he's been pulled off life support.
All i keep hearing are stupid platitudes like "well, it's west virginia," and "you know he's been living with that religious group," and "you know he has a problem with authority," and i sit back and realize that no one is surprised - i'm not surprised that he will have died in jail for a stupid problem that escalated seemingly without cause. This kid - a man i call a kid even though he was older than me, bigger than me, stronger than me, tougher than me, neglected, scared, and confused - had been doomed from the day he was born.
My mother once told me how guilty my dad felt not taking Mike and his brother Steve away from my aunt Katy when they were two and were found crying in soiled diapers playing with god knows what in the house by themselves. The few times i actually remember seeing my cousins they adored my father... but by the time they were teenagers it was too late to save them; i know he tried.
This whole situation is just too surreal. And where am i? At work - attempting to watch the Michigan v. Michigan State game on espn's gameday feed - just waiting to hear... anything that makes sense.
Let's just say, today, at this moment, the Color Quiz is spot on.
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