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Black Volts Journal
March 10, 2005
Pop passed today, his hart, the doctor said. Said his declining health over the years contributed. Pop was never the same after the grid accident. It wasn’t his fault, I think it was mine, this damn energy that flows through my body, and turns me into raw electricity. The union backed Pop when it happened; it is not our fault that New Yorkers think a power outage is an excuse to riot. If I had not been on that job none of this would ever have happened. Pop saved me, the stress killed him, I killed him.
March 11, 2005
Found some old papers going through Pops stuff today. Don’t know if I should write about it here, but it seems appropriate, Pop used to tell me of the day and night that him and mom made me. Pop said had a near death experience and that when he got home from the hospital him and mom made the most passionate love of their lives that night, and made me. I found the accident report of the near death experience. Pop was working at the NYU student experimental reactor, pulling wire for some experiment, and some undergrad not checking that all the systems were set properly was trying to simulate a cold restart, Pop was working on the down cross line power regulator, apparently the restart gave Pop a big shock and a mild radioactive exposure. The accident report said it took two hours to rescue him, before he could even go to the hospital.
March 12, 2005
Shit, shit, I don’t know what to say. Pop had told me that Mom had died in childbirth that she was to weak, but they knew the risks and wanted a baby so bad. Found moms death certificate and autopsy report, she died of electrocution trying to birth me, apparently I was taken C-section from her corps. O my god, I killed both my parents.
March 13, 2005
Found a letter from a Doctor Vaughn Goldstein to Pop from NYU said that he needed to come in for some test after the accident, said he had a possible exposure that could affect his reproductive RNA, that he should have test done before he had any more children and that the University would perform all the test for free, I did not see anything that indicated that he went to the school, Pop had always spoken ill of book learning, all high and mighty, educated people could not get their hands dirty, wonder if that’s why he never wanted me to go to collage and sent me to the trade school.
March 15, 2005
Fathers Funeral was today, all but one of the Employees from Island Electric was there, and I will have to cut Guss walking papers. Pops whole family was there; it was good to see some of them again, perhaps next time under better circumstances. None of moms family was there, have not seen any of them since Grandmas funeral, Pop used to say if I needed anything, anything taken care of call moms little brother he had connections. Some of the neighborhood showed up, and Pazine the penny pincher, he wanted to talk business, I pulled him aside and let him know Pop was clean with him, and not to try any shit on me, I was wise to his games, and he had been paid in full over three years ago.
March 16, 2005
I cant believe that son of a bitch from the old barbershop would come here on the night of my fathers funeral, I should have just shot him with his own gun. Cops came and left, the whole thing a real announce.
Some guy showed up today said he was a representative of Mr. Black, from the Citadel wanted me to come work for them, pretty much let them know I didn’t need the gig.
March 18, 2005
Showed up for their little meeting, children freaks to save the world, knowing what I know about my parents, how could I be meant to do any good…