Pulp

Anthony Ainsworth & Lucas Vereline
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It had been quite a while since Jimmy had been forced to run anywhere, let alone sprint across a roof while cradling a gun, a bottle of whiskey and a decrepit old dog.  Thus, he was almost overwhelmed by a sense of relief when he spotted a cluster of chimneys that he could use as cover while he sat down and rested.  AS he did so he decided that he should lighten his load, as he had to run again, so he tilted the bottle back and took a big chug.  When the whiskey hit his gut he began to think more clearly or at least more calmly.  He would most likely have to spend some time up here, at least until� well until some decent amount of time had passed.  He really wasn�t too sure exactly what he should be doing, or why he had bolted so quickly. Now that he thought about it, he had absolutely no idea what was going on.   What had that woman been yelling about?  And what had his young nephews been up to, who were they talking to?  �I could probably just go back there right now and explain that I didn�t do anything.  In fact I think that I was asleep.�

Jimmy would have gotten up right then and tried to explain his situation to the cops, except for a few facts; first, he was kind of embarrassed, second, he wasn�t sure how to get back down without the ladder and third it was actually pretty nice up here.  So he decided to spend the day hanging out, pressed up against the warm bricks of the chimney with the sun shining down, his dog at his feet, whiskey in one hand and the shotgun right next to the other. Unfortunately, as he was waiting for night, he realized two problems.

Since he was trying to hide, he couldn�t use his shotgun.  This was only a minor irritant really since he wouldn�t have to worry about it in the future.  Secondly, he had nowhere to pee, but he figured he could bring a jar with him next time.  ON the plus side he could totally avoid everyone, even his obnoxious nephews.  Eventually, his need to urinate overwhelmed his caution about the cops.  He went back to the trapdoor opened it and lowered himself carefully back down to his porch.  Deciding to relieve himself  before the arduous task of retrieving the ladder and then his dog, gun, and whiskey, he hurried towards the bathroom.  On his way he noticed three well-dressed gentlemen waiting in his living room.

�Mr. Truly?� the smaller of the three inquired.

�Excuse me gentlemen,� he said as he walked past and into the bathroom.  When he was done, he came out and said, �I hope you fellows got a search warrant or else I�ll be pressing charges.�

The men exchanged brief amused smiles and then the smaller spoke up again.  �Mr. Truly, we are not connected with the police, and I don�t think you�ll be pressing charges.  Now, please be cooperative and come with us, our boss would like to speak with you.�

�Hunh, not police.  Well excuse me then, I need to go get a ladder.  My dog�s waiting.�
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