Friday, week 1 (The corpse)
Well this is it, been a long time since i gave any thought to keepin a diary but god do i need one now. My bobby’s been arrested and how I’m gunna get him out is… complicated. I feel like keeping this might keep me grounded and keep me focused on what the hell is goin on with Bobby’s case….as well as coping with life. It worked before until i moved out here but then i was hardly in any shape to keep a diary goin.
Today was gunna be a good day, after work was gunna meet Bobby for our usual high class dinner at our favourite diner. Work was pretty uneventful, same kids with colds and other lil’ scrapes. After work though i got rounded up in that stupid bar thing. Of course the pigs decided i was apart of it, as sober as i was. After taking a bunch of stupid questions i was back on my way.
When i reached the graveyard the cops were already there and a group of people. I knew one was the guy who wrote those stupid supernatural stories, and boy, did the scene almost look like one. The scene was pretty bloody and the poor body of a woman was torn to hell.
And of course, i saw Bobby. He looked pretty beat up and bloody in the back of that police car, of course. Well i couldn’t help at the scene and Bobby clearly needed me. So i followed the car.
The cops wouldn’t let me in, but i met Mr Goodman. He was extremely polite and seemed genuinely interested in Bobby…he didn’t judge. A mighty fine man i needed him to represent Bobby so i pleaded, god did i plead for him to take Bobby’s case and Mr Goodman, god bless him, took it on. I have to fill some papers out in the morning and the first payment at 11. Hopefully Dr Mcgee will give me some time off.
Saturday week 1
Signed the papers and paid Mr Goodman. Hopefully Mr Goodman let me visit Bobby. Work was pretty tough, so i had some dinner and decided to meet Mr Goodman later for a drink. We discussed what had been going on, Bobby’s accused theft and what had been going on. I hope Mr Goodman can turn up something.
Oh, and some snotty barman questioned us too! I mean i don’t really mind curious town folk but god did it rub me up the wrong way. Tom i think his name was…
Sunday, week 1
Went to the service of the poor girl. Most of the towns think think Bobby did it (though some think it was some kind of animal, which would make sense from what the paper said) and that reporter, Tom and a priest seem like the only people trying to genuinely investigate whats went on. The talked to Mr Goodman about what they’d found so far (I couldn’t help but listen in, needed that cigarette) and up on Bobby.
I wanted to join them but…i got responsibilities and what, well, how i approach three white guys and sound not raving mad.
Went though the daily rountine, settling in my cafe reading that juicy book! But…i couldn’t help but try and find out a few things of my own. I asked the local gravedigger and got nothng but gotta try right.
Monday, week 1
Work, dinner, sleep, Hope Bobby is ok,