The Victors

Staying there for a bar convention when there’s a knock at the door at 5 am. Security insists that I come with them over my wife’s protests ( as she answered the door because I was slower to rouse). A friend of mine, age 40, died in his room from a massive coronary. We didn’t know the cause, and I am there consoling his wife when the SD cops haul about two gallon ziplocks of prescription drugs from the bathroom. I freaked out and was sure there was going to be an investigation into the wife. SD lieutenant finally told me to chill, they didn’t suspect an overdose. I spent the rest of the time in SD making arrangements to cremate and transport his remains back home as his wife was a basket case and couldn’t deal with reality. I wandered in a surreal daze with my family through the SDZoo and Seaworld, making calls, dealing with the coroner’s office and talking with their family members. Not going back there.