Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
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"Then...I dunno, do something to demonstrate responsibility."<br />
"If you give me some money, I’ll spend it responsibly."<br />
"Don’t be a smartass."<br />
"I wasn’t. I was offering to demonstrate fiscal responsibility." I didn’t get that C+ on my<br />
economics test without learning a few things.<br />
"You know what, Andrew? You’re going to have smartass kids just like you, and they’re<br />
going to drive you to an early grave."<br />
"Yeah, right."<br />
"And I’ll be having a big ol’ laugh at you from the early grave that you drove me to. Go on,<br />
get out of here."<br />
"No money, huh?"<br />
"Oh, all right. But don’t tell your mother."<br />
* * *<br />
Roger’s second-floor bedroom consisted of a bed, a dresser, a telescope, and lots of<br />
unpacked boxes. We’d spent the evening watching television in a pleasant state of zombie-like<br />
vegetation, and now I was unrolling my sleeping bag out onto his bedroom floor.<br />
"See anything?" I asked.<br />
"A few naked women having a pillow fight. Ooooh...good hit! That had to hurt!"<br />
"What about your neighbor?"<br />
"He’s just sitting there, reading a book."<br />
"What if he looks up and sees you?"<br />
"I’ll scream like a girl and faint."<br />
"Good plan."<br />
"Thanks."<br />
We just hung out in his room for a while, chatting about subjects that were awe-inspiring in<br />
their lack of substantive content, until finally—<br />
"Oooh, he’s doing something," said Roger, adjusting the telescope. "He’s walking around,<br />
yep, he’s got the butcher knife...take a look at this!"<br />
I peeked through the telescope. Roger’s neighbor, a slightly overweight, balding guy who<br />
looked about forty, was indeed pacing around his room, waving a butcher knife.<br />
"Holy cow," I said. "He’s gone nutzo."<br />
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