The Death Blog — David McHutchens (aka Damien the Undead)

This is the fourteenth installment of the Death Blog series.

David McHutchens (aka Damien the Undead)
6:27am, Wednesday, Suicide

Ah, the Goths.

You’d think these people would be easy to pick up. After all, they spend every spare moment obsessing about death. They actually try to make their skin look as pale and deathly as possible. But I’m here to tell ya, these fuckers put up the biggest fight sometimes.

Not all of them mind you … I’ve culled quite a few Goths who’ve been as normal as the next freak. Of course, these are people who aren’t what you would label extreme — they’re into the whole fashion and sub-culture but they harbor no delusions about being vampires or werewolves or necromancers or whatever the fuck these people seem to think they are.

But I digress….

So, I got the call to bring in David/Damien. He’s seventeen years old … much too young for this shit. Too young to be chucking in his chips and shuffling off the mortal coil while his flesh takes the big dirt-nap. Hell, I can’t even figure out what his problem is, other than maybe he could use some Paxil or Prozac or whatever they give depressed people. I bet some pot or a microdose of acid would clear him right up, actually. This…