Dead In Kalamazoo

They had to notify and call it in. They had to cordon off and begin. Apparently, he was middle-aged. Apparently, he was married. Apparently, he was a father. Allegedly he had a mistress. Allegedly he had left his job. Allegedly he had embezzled. A gun was found in his mouth. A hole was found in his head. A note was found by his side, by the bed. No one knew what it said, until it was read The note was unfolded, bloodstains decoded, a message behold-ed: “Who could have known I would end up in a cheap motel with a TV chained to the wall, with a nickel plated gun, and a bottle of spiced rum; just a hell of a thing. Just one hell of a thing. Just one hell of a damn thing” it read, “and me without a clue alone in a forking town called Kalamazoo.”