Murder Most Foul?

I found a dead body tonight.

Yeah...

Today was one of those days.

It started out tough, we were already short people and so many people just didn't show up this morning that we all ended up on the road. I didn't even have a proper dispatcher (not that I usually do).

Tonight was the contractor's association dinner, which means I got to sit and listen to people talk for 3 hours about something I think about all day long. Then I get to listen to all the other rich folk complain about how bad they have it. Then I smile and bullshit just like everyone else. It is what it is.

We had a few drinks there, then went out. Ended up at some shit strip club which we literally paid the cover for, went in for less than a minute, and walked the fuck out. The cover wasn't cheap. It was just that bad.

We ended up at some other go-go type place (which isn't usually my cup of tea) but this one was sort of fun. I actually enjoy it more when the girls in these places don't take their clothes off. It makes me much less uncomfortable. I'm sort of strange like that.

Tim had to piss. I wouldn't let him go in my house since I was ill just before we went to dinner and I wasn't sure the bathroom was completely clean.

I know that's disgusting, but it plays an important part in what happens next. I was planning on going by the yard to check up on things, but since we were both exhausted we were thinking of skipping it. Since Tim had to piss I figured we'd stop anyway.

Once we locked up I drove around the corner to check on the garage like I always do. And as I rounded the corner there he was.

There was a red Ford Taurus parked on the side of the road. There's often cars there in the middle of the night. Guys smoking dope, people learning to drive, pervs looking for a quite place to get off. But I could see something was wrong from a block and a half away. There was someone laying next to the car.

My first thought was that someone broke down and was working half under their car, but as I drew closer I saw that the guy was face down facing away from the car. My next thought was that the guy was playing possum, waiting for someone to stop for help so he could jack them. But it looked like I drove past that the guy was dead still, with his pants around his ankles.

I should have stopped right then and checked on him, but you can't do that in Paterson. So we called 911. To their credit the cops where there in less than five minutes, probably because they were sitting around the corner with no clue what was going on.

I heard the cop calling in his codes and I knew the guy was dead. Three more cop cars, two detectives, a fire department paramedic and an emergency paramedic all showed up. The responding officer asked that we wait for the detective to talk to us. We grabbed a seat in the garage...and waited for nearly an hour.

Turns out the cops think the guy died of natural causes, can't really explain how he ended up over there, can't really explain the pants being off. But they're pretty sure it wasn't anything foul.

So basically we're witness to a guy laying in the street.

And it took an hour for us to say just that.

Shit... I need some sleep.