I couldn't get back to sleep until after 8. I ate a handful of ibuprofen, as is customary in the land of those with inflammation-based pain. As I sat back in bed waiting for the pills to kick in, I had no recourse other than mentally indulging in some of my most perverted overpass-related fantasies( as previously documented
here,
here, and
here. This time it involved Himuro.
Basically, this time I had lured Himuro into my apartment, where I repeatedly assaulted him with both violent and sexual acts. Between sessions I'd lock him in my prayer closet to go get liquor, which I would sometimes to use to set Himuro on fire. Anyway, once Himuro eventually died, I was stuck with getting rid of the body. I placed it into a 55 gallon garbage bag and started walking it to the 7-11 at the end of the block, where I would lift it into the trusty dumpster behind the store. The garbage bag ripped and Himuro poured onto the pavement, and I realized there was a better solution.
I decided to throw his naked body off the overpass, thinking that if cars knocked him around for a few hours, maybe the coroner would mistake his now-14" in circumference, severely prolapsed anus as some sort of car-related trauma. So I threw him over that overpass, naked. And then I think I thought about eating teriyaki for maybe an hour. By then the pills were starting to work a little. Now I want teriyaki. And I'm back to popping ibuprofen every 3 hours. I am hoping I could get an emergency dentist appointment before Shitty Christmas so he can give me some real actual painkillers.
