Met a guy from Mid-City this morning while eating breakfast at Slim Goodies.
He said he was working a job that sounds pretty gruesome: pulling bodies from homes in the Lower Ninth Ward. “Extraction,” they call it.
I was surprised. “Are they still finding bodies?”
“Oh yeah. More like body parts at this point. After six weeks or so there’s not much left that’s even recognizable as a human being.”
But he said the stink from refrigerators on his block in Mid-City was even worse than the smell of decomposing bodies he was working with all day long.
Somehow I managed to finish my breakfast.