You know the kind. When nothing seems to go right.
You go away for the week-end with your girl friend and one thing leads to another and now she’s dead. You don’t really think you killed her, but your memory is a little hazy in spots. Whether or not you did, it’s obvious that when someone finds out she’s dead, you’re going to be the prime suspect.
You know, one of those days.
So you decide to dispose of the body. You cut your girl friend up with your table saw, until you’ve got body parts of a manageable size. You toss the body parts in a duffel bag and then you toss the duffel bag in the trunk of your car.
That kind of day.
You decide to sink the body parts in the middle of the bay. It seems reasonable, but sometimes things just don’t work out as planned. Life’s funny that way. And then your car breaks down. You walk down the road a ways and by the time you get back, the car is gone, and with it your girl friend Lorraine’s body parts.
Did you ever have one of those days?
And we haven’t even gotten to the bad part yet.