5/26/09 3:31 p.m. A car has been left out so long on Greenridge Drive it was covered with mold.

The owner was contacted. I smelled it before I saw it. Most of the time, I make my way home from Ryan’s house through Greenridge Drive. I was so close, too, to my house, it was just a few steps away. I had seen it before, but it was…the stench, that deep husky smell that caught me dead in my tracks. I really wanted to keep going because I absolutely hate contact with others. It’s something about human idiocy and how we tend to hurt things and people more than we help them. I don’t care much for being social, but that smell was the last straw. When the police arrived, I didn’t really know what to say to them. How do you tell the police that you think a dead body is molding in the car? I sure as hell didn’t know. And they spoke to me like I was dumb. “Can you repeat that, young man?” “There’s a dead person in that car.” “Excuse me?” I leaned toward the tall man, ignoring the extreme height difference between us. “There’s a dead person” I pointed to the wild car, “in that car.” “You’re sure?” I nodded vigorously. “I’m never wrong. Or rather, my nose never lies.” The police officer looked at me like I was crazy. I wasn’t crazy, there was definitely a dead person in that car. “Seriously,” I started as the officers stepped towards the car, “my nose never lies.” “I’m sure it doesn’t.” The officers examined the car from the outside. “There’s no dead body, sir.” “You’re sure?” They looked at me, like I was crazy, even. People do that a lot. They don’t like to believe the abnormal.

Sign up to vote on this title
UsefulNot useful