Bittersweet

Detective Tim Kluntz interviewed dancers at the club who knew Berthiaume as “Phoenix,” and told him they The night she died, Berthiaume called Delucia. She sounded desperate, he said, and she needed something to “get straight.” He knew she wanted heroin, he told police.

With $75 he bought five packets stamped with “No. 1″ from two men in the back of a garage on Meriden Road, he told police. He mounted his motorcycle, drove to the club and slipped Berthiaume a dose of drugs that would end her life.

She thanked him with a kiss, then disappeared for about 15 minutes, he said. But when Delucia heard a commotion near the bathroom, he ignored it and was later told a dancer had overdosed, he told police.

The heroin found in Berthiaume’s purse was 59.8 percent pure, according to court documents. Although her death was ruled an accident, she died of heroin intoxication.

Rep-Am.com

Naturally, I can’t find the link to the original article, neither on the paper’s website nor via Google.

UPDATE 04/06/2009: I just recently found out that it’s illegal to post the entire article without the paper’s permission, so the above is only an excerpt. The gist of it is that the police tracked down the guy who sold our Liane the heroin she overdosed with, and he is being charged with manslaughter. He’s been convicted for various things before, so his chances of getting away with this are pretty low.

I’m sort of glad to see they got him, but sad that it won’t bring her back. I haven’t heard anything since I originally posted the article.

It's time to get crackin'

I got busy yesterday. I got fed up with restless sleep, nightmares, pimples and gnawing at the inside of my cheeks. I realized that there will be a next time for my car to pretend to die while in Reverse. I realized that I want to get my BA bad enough to sacrifice things I’m already sacrificing (read: sleep). I realized that even though I managed to escape the slew of layoffs this week at my job, I am not going to get more hours there.

So I grew up in a matter of minutes.

I called SCSU and asked them if I would need to take a foreign language as a transfer student. I got a “yes,” and even though I’ve never been good with learning languages, luckily I have a sixteen-year-old sister who’s taken three years of Italian. She’s got my back.

I called Dr. DeLucia, my parents’ GP, and made an appointment with the nurse practitioner there (the doctor won’t be available until January). I get to go in next Friday and try to explain my chronic pain to a fifth doctor. I’m not sure if I’m going to see the neurologist yet, after the nightmare I had a few nights ago. I dreamed “the neurologist” — he didn’t have a name in the dream — performed surgery without my consent and cut off my hands. He reattached them and they were removable; I could also put these hookish things on my hands. Somehow my subconscious managed to get control of this dream — I usually can control dreams but this one really had me scared — and my dream-self sued his ass for $30,000. (When I told my mom about this dream, she told me I could have sued him for millions. Now I’m really mad!) Needless to say, I don’t think I’ll be calling the neurologist just yet.

I also went job hunting, because I decided that in order to get to SCSU — and a better car to get me there — I’m going to have to get a second part-time job. Of course, the easiest job to get right now is retail, because everyone is looking for temporary help during the holiday season (and they only want to give that temporary help a couple days a week). For me, this is perfect. Except I hate retail. I got entirely too comfortable in my safe, quiet office. Now I’m trying to get back into retail at the worst time of the year. I’ve decided if I’m going to lose my mind, I should just do it all the way.

Luckily, by the time I start working at the second job I should be done with school until January. I figure if I can work a month or so I will save enough money for another car; I’ll just dump the entire paycheck into my savings account. I’ll take Italian and an English class in the spring semester to get started, because it’ll have to come out of my own pocket without the financial aid. I may take a class or two during the summer and will definitely go back to full-time in the fall.

I also got Mike’s xmas gift, and coincidentally he got mine. I’m really intrigued now. Over the phone, he unthinkingly blurted out that he hopes it fits. Hmn.