I was about 15 years old the first time I saw a dead person. I was sitting in a window seat of an old school bus on twisting mountain road near Idyllwild, on the way home from 4-H camp. Around a hairpin turn was a line of road flares. A police officer waved us to a halt and then let the bus proceed at a walking pace.
The Moaning Corpse - A Meditation on Life
The Moaning Corpse - A Meditation on Life
The Moaning Corpse - A Meditation on Life
I was about 15 years old the first time I saw a dead person. I was sitting in a window seat of an old school bus on twisting mountain road near Idyllwild, on the way home from 4-H camp. Around a hairpin turn was a line of road flares. A police officer waved us to a halt and then let the bus proceed at a walking pace.