58. eureka, I found it - Sick Sacraments
58. eureka, I found it “In a way, I understand you. In a way, I don’t.” Denver heard the end of the message Vella was leaving as he ran up the stairs to his apartment after fetching the mail and chatting a bit with Janet. He turned down the volume of the television and punched play. While listening to Vella’s message, he went over to the window and stood watching a bum with long dreadlocks and horsy teeth, dressed in a colorful assortment of layered clothing walk by pushing a shopping cart. “Hello Denver. Denver? Denver, are you there? It’s me Vella, again. I’m doing okay, I suppose. Working a lot, but I don’t think work is a reason to live. I still want to drink anti-freeze. I heard it’s sweet if you drink it with orange juice, though it does make you queasy. I think maybe you’d puke your brains out. I think every year I’m getting poorer and poorer. Denver, I don’t have a credit card. I don...