Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
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Cut to me explaining to the cop why I fired my gun in a populated area, and then me getting<br />
arrested.<br />
With some editing, and the right soundtrack, the footage could be the backbone of a really<br />
good documentary about urban crime, and the amusing social lives of dogs.<br />
I opened up a fresh SanDisk card, put that in the tank, and loaded everything into in a gym<br />
bag, along with a digital camera that could shoot night-vision, a Bionic Ear listening cannon, and<br />
a little wind-up nun that shot sparks out of her eyes. Thusly equipped, I high-tailed it over to the<br />
long term garage, jumped in my stakeout car—an inconspicuous green Chevy El Camino with<br />
yellow racing stripes on the hood—and drove to Jim Drawbridge’s house.<br />
The key to any successful stakeout is three-fold: Food, tunes, and a pot to piss in. The food<br />
should consist of chips and snack cakes. Sugar and carbohydrates jack up the insulin level, which<br />
leads to a heighten sense of awareness, probably. The music should be high energy, like heavy<br />
metal, but don’t include the power ballads. The piss pot can be an old milk jug or thermos. Try to<br />
avoid cellophane potato chip bags, as I’ve learned from experience they tend to leak.<br />
Since I never knew when I’d have to go on a stakeout, I kept my car stocked with everything<br />
I needed. But once I found a suitable vantage point—on the street directly in front of Jim’s<br />
house—I realized I was less stocked than I should have been. I was way low on sugary snacks,<br />
but had a surplus of urine in an old apple juice bottle. Unless it was, perhaps, actually apple<br />
juice. A quick sniff would tell me.<br />
It was urine. And I needed to stop eating asparagus.<br />
I took a moment to muse about the gratuitous amount of bodily fluids that seem to have<br />
come up in this case, and cracked open the door and dumped the piss onto the street, where it<br />
made a foamy little river down the curb and to the sewer drain.<br />
Then I cranked up the Led Zeppelin, licked the crust out of some old Twinkie wrappers, and<br />
waited for Jim to show up.<br />
After half an hour, the coffee needed to be set free, so I filled up half the apple juice bottle.<br />
The secret to zero splatter is aiming for the inside edge, and then squeezing dry rather than<br />
shaking.<br />
After an hour, Mrs. Drawbridge came out of the house and knocked on my window.<br />
“George left before you got here.”<br />
“Do you have any snacks?”<br />
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