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911...What's Your Emergency?
Caller.
"A joker jes shot my buddy."
He's rolling on the ground, spasin' out!
"Where are you?"
"I'm In the phone booth."
"No. I mean where did this happen?"
"In the bushes."
"Sir...you'll have to tell me where
you're located so I can help you."
"Oh...under the train trestle
where the winos hang out.
"Can you see your buddy
from where you are?"
"Yep...he ain't spazin' no more."
"What's he doing?"
"Nothin."
"Nothing?"
"No. Nothin'...hold...
I'll go check on him."
"No...wait...Sir...Sir."
A forever moment passed.
"Hello...ma'am...ma'am."
"Sir...please remain on the phone
so I can communicate with you."
"Hey, lady. My buddy is dead."
"What makes you say that?"
"I took his jug out of his pocket
and he let me take it."
"Sir...an ambulance and the police
are on the way."
"The PO-leese?"
"The police, Sir."
"Hey...I'm out...see ya."
"Sir...aren't you going to make
sure your buddy is dead before you run?"
"Okay. gimmie a sec'."
The caller left the phone again.
A few seconds later the lady
heard a gun shot.
A second later the caller was back on the phone.
"Hey, lady. I made sure...
"HE'S DEAD...GOTTA GO. SEE YA."
Author Notes
"I can tell you who the caller was. His name was. Well on second thought...never mind. Snitches Gets Stitches."
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