I was listening to this song right before I left to get my hair cut. The dead guy in Las Vegas always paints a portrait in my head, sometimes different views of the scene, sometimes just the same memory of a view. I went to get my hair cut and there was a dead guy in his car right behind the place. All of the hair dressers were gossiping and everyone wanted to see him. The rumor was suicide, and all I could think was My gosh. This is real life, not CSI Miami. He just killed himself, back off. The song was still stuck in my head when I heard all of this.

Slowly more gossip would trickle through. People would drive up and ask if this was the place that guy was shot. The police put up a brown paper so that we couldn't see out the back door. Rigor mortis had already set in his arm.

Have decency people. A man died and all you want are the details. You don't even care about him. What does that say about people today? What if I knew him? You showed no compassion, no concern. He has a family somewhere. People who love him will be on the five o'clock news crying their eyes out and what have you to say? I saw him first? Dear God.