Start: 96th &
On In: George Keeley’s,
Scribe: Mean Jean
In the criminal justice system, the people are represented by two separate but equally important groups. The police who investigate crimes and the District Attorney who prosecutes the offenders. These are their stories.
Dusk. Deserted, wooded area in
Boy: It’s alright Cindy. No one comes back here. We’ll be totally alone.
Girl: Are you sure no one comes back here? And it doesn’t look very comfortable anyway. Oh, and my name is
Pan over to girl standing over dead body dressed in running clothes.
Girl: Are you sure no one ever comes here?
Cue Law & Order music.
Same area but this time police are crawling all around; there is yellow crime scene tape around some trees. There’s a tarp over the body.
Lennie Briscoe: Well, she clearly must have been dragged to this spot. No one in their right mind would be jogging around here.
Greene: But there’s no sign that the body was moved. The only thing on her person was two quarters tucked inside her jog bra. But I did find little blobs of a white substance leading into the area. Of course, I didn’t see any blobs leading out of the area. Do you think it could be drug related?
Lennie (bending down and sniffing, then tasting white substance): Nah, this isn’t dope. It’s flour. I guess she won’t be baking any more cakes any time soon.
Greene: Lennie, I found something next to the body. It looks like she was trying to leave us a clue to the killer’s identity.
Lennie: Magoo? What could that mean?
Well, that’s how my Law & Order scene played out in my head the second time I got back round to the stream in a foolhardy attempt to follow a trail set by Magoo. But I’m starting my story in the middle. Let’s go back to my ascension from the
We arrived at the start to find Mastercard already there and changing from her blades to her Nikes. On time and with the right gear: should have known by that point that the world was out of whack. A surprise appearance by Yellow Smello at the start; we thought she only came for the beer. We met Stacia and John, a virginal couple who had heard about the hash for awhile and decided to check it out finally. Jon “No H” arrived with Cockstar, looking dazzling in her sundress. The everpresent Patrick, I’m-not-from-LA-Bruce, Jesse, Jonathan the Taller, Rick Snyder, Ookie Cookie, HUA, Devo, Alice and last week’s birthday boy, Geoff, where among the soon-to-be-sad pack. After a chalk talk that was only superceded in length by the trail itself, Magoo, a last-minute fill-in hare (let’s all give Kyle a round of applause now, shall we?), sent the pack north to 97th. There was a quick turn west which I blew past having been armed with fore-knowledge of where trail was heading. I went into the park at
Back in the bar, I came to my senses and satisfied myself with simply putting a handful of ice down Tom’s back, held nicely in place by his securely-tucked polo shirt. We had a nice group of Corporately Challenged join us at the On In: New British Andrew, Crazy Bob, Smashmouth, and Doug (not corporately challenged, just geographically; couldn’t find the start).
The hash cash ran out pretty damn quick…I think Magoo drank it all during the down downs…but that didn’t stop the die-hards from ponying up their own cash into the wee hours: Crazy Bob, Cockstar, Yellow Smello and Sideshow, New British Andrew, Patrick, myself….etc. Doesn’t make for a pleasant Thursday but hey, life’s too short and I want to get in as much fun as I can before my next Magoo trail and Law & Order appearance.