Shitty story

The smell. God it's putrid. Truly the worst part of the job. Never has the pleading, or the look of defeat bothered me more than the wretched stench they give off afterwards. We always dump ‘em off at the same location every time we send one to the netherworld. The dumpster at 54th and Mingo. It’s in this real sketchy alley, it’s awful. Smoke rises from the bosom of the street, there’s bums you’ve gotta shoo off like gnats before you throw the bags in. Now the process of ridding the bodies from the dumpster is another story altogether. Dumping bodies in a random alley every time you do it seems like a great way to get locked up in a gray box but we’ve got a guy… Gaz or something. He works for the city, Mingo’s only a street or two out of his way and for nice compensation he takes the bodies and torches them like they're undesirables.  This is, as we know, the best way to go about it. We’ve tried our different disposal methods but this one's our best bet. You know, I used to have a smokin’ problem. I didn’t think I was addicted. I would quit after this one pack, whatever you know? Really it’s this cruel sort of justification. I knew, my body knew, and the bastards that make Marlboro especially knew that. I heard that cigars don’t give you cancer like cigarettes do. I don’t buy it, you’re still puffing smoke and inhaling shit or something anyway. Can’t be any better. Anyway.. where was I? Oh yeah the bodies. Our guy Gaz worked for the city as I said, he drove his big green shit truck every day around the jungle. Really I’ve told you all there is to know. We got lucky honestly. There was no master scheme of hiding the bodies so the pigs never could find them, we got lucky. You know officer I’m getting real sick of talking with no response, I’ve told you all together too much. What’s in it for me?

	“We’ll see.” The officer told the guards to escort me out.