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Rehabilitation · Jul 13, 11:35 AM by Hout
Dear your honor,
I can say without bragging that when I heard Theo speak with such blasphemous consent, and spit me in the face, I slapped him. He won’t forget it. It wasn’t until after that incident, when I hit him with the golf club and the Senseo coffee machine. In such a manner, that he would live.
It’s no proof that I cut off his right leg that afternoon. He was still alive. And Will, well, I just killed him out of inertia, I cannot blame myself for that. And why did Fatima and Jill have to show up? There was no reason for them to jump up on me.
They accuse me of blood thirst, they say I drank blood, but that isn’t true: I just licked up a couple of puddles of blood, just to erase my evidence. Isn’t it normal for a man to erase all traces of his misdemeanors?
And it was not rape what I did with Fatima. First of all, she was no virgin anymore. And secondly, I was dealing with a corpse. And what are you saying about her being pregnant. I pulled the child out, didn’t I? And that it didn’t make it, that isn’t my fault either. I didn’t pull its head off, it was because of its thin little neck. It wasn’t meant to live.
It is true that I bootstamped their little dog to death, all over the floor. But don’t you think it is cynical to accuse me of dog murder, when three human lives have been destroyed alongside? Not counting the child.
Anyway, one could sense some cruelty in all of this (I agree). But charging me with shitting on my victims is, if you don’t mind me saying so, quite absurde. Pooing is a natural urge and therefore not a felony.
So I can understand the worries of my attorny a bit, but trust you will set me free.
(Free translation of “Rehabilitation” by Daniil Charms.)
(Recollection of this short story initiated by Mr. Bouyeri.)
