Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
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“Hey, old caretaker guy!” I yelled. “Where does this slide go?”<br />
“Go to hell!”<br />
“I told you, it wasn’t me. I had asparagus on my pizza. Does it smell like asparagus?”<br />
“Go to hell!”<br />
I rubbed my chin. Maybe old caretaker guy was trying to tell me that this slide went straight<br />
to hell. I didn’t really believe him. First of all, I didn’t see any flames, and there wasn’t any<br />
smoke or brimstone or screams of the damned. Second, hell doesn’t really exist. It’s a fairy tale<br />
taught by parents to make their kids behave. Like Santa Claus. And the death penalty.<br />
Still, going down a pitch black slide in a mausoleum wasn’t on my list of things to do before<br />
I died. My list was mostly centered around Angelina Jolie.<br />
“This does smell like asparagus, you bastard!”<br />
A glanced over my shoulder. Old caretaker guy was hobbling toward me, his drippy<br />
asparagus mop raised back like a baseball bat—a stinky, wet baseball bat that you wouldn’t want<br />
to use in a baseball game, because you wouldn’t get any hits, and because it was soaked with<br />
urine and stinked.<br />
I decided, then and there, I wasn’t going to play ball with old caretaker guy. Which left me<br />
no choice. I took a deep breath and dove face-first down the slide.<br />
Chapter 7<br />
When I was ten years old, my strange uncle who lived in the country took me into his barn<br />
and showed me a strange game called milk the cow. The game involved a strong grip, and used a<br />
combination of squeezing and stroking until the milk came. I remember it was weird, and hurt<br />
my arm, but kind of fun nonetheless.<br />
Afterward, we fed the cow some hay and used the fresh milk to make pancakes. When we<br />
finished breakfast, we watched a little television. It was a portable, with a tiny ten-inch screen.<br />
Many years later, my strange uncle got arrested, for tax evasion. So I have no idea why I’m<br />
bringing any of this up.<br />
The slide was a straight-shot down, no twists or curve. The dive jostled my grip and my key<br />
light winked out, shrouding me in darkness, like a shroud. I had no idea how fast I was going or<br />
how far I traveled. Time lost all meaning, but time really didn’t matter much anyway since I’d<br />
bought a TiVo. Minutes blurred into weeks, which blurred into seconds, which blurred into more<br />
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