With a Little Help from My Friends

04/26/13

“You got a freezer. Part the fucker out. Every week or so you slip a foot or a hand in with the trash. Right in there with the coffee grounds and the other rank shit.”

“No good. Problem with that is you end up with maybe fifteen chances of gettin’ caught. It raises the odds, man. No, we gotta get rid of this fuck in one go. I gotta figure out how to do this, like, tonight. We can’t be sitting around cuttin’ him up and treating him like last week’s leftovers.”

“We? You mean you. I didn’t kill the guy. I wasn’t even here.”

“You’re here now, aren’t you? That’s enough. I didn’t call you over to fuckin’ complain about my predicament, I called for help.”

“Why call me? What do I know about this shit?”

“You’re always talking like you do. All your tough-guy bullshit. Now it’s time to man-up and help me deal with this.”

“What’re you saying, I’m an accomplice? For picking up the phone? Fuck that. It ain’t a crime to pick up the phone.”

“Look, man, I don’t wanna sit here and waste time arguing about this shit. What are we gonna do with this fuck? Look at him, he’s gotta weigh at least two-fifty. I can’t very well lug him around myself.”

“Shit, shit, shit.” His friend rubbed his temples and sucked on his teeth. “I don’t know. You want to dig a hole, that’s hard work. Looks easy on TV, but digging takes hours and hours. Forever. You got to make it real deep, too. That fat piece of shit will be stinking to high heaven soon. You still got that freezer out in the garage, right? We could empty it out and stick him in while we figure it out.”

“The big one? No, that thing hasn’t worked for years.”

“What’s it still doing there?”

“What do you mean, what’s it still doing there? I’ll get rid of it when I get around to it. Fuck, man. That’s not really the issue here.”

“I can’t believe you dragged me into this shit. What am I supposed to tell Sarah? I get up and walk out in the middle of a movie and don’t show up for days? How’s that gonna look?”

“You were at the movies?”

“On TV, dumbass. I was at home. She’s still sitting there waiting on me. Phone rings, I up and disappear. Then I show up god knows when with blood and dirt all over me? She’s gonna kill me.”

He moved behind the dead man, looking at his dimensions, figuring on how to lift him up. “Sorry that I called you with a problem. I mean, shit, you’re my bro. If you can’t reach out when you got a problem, then—”

“Problem? This isn’t a problem. Getting crabs from a hooker, that’s a problem. Blowing a valve when you’re far from home, that’s a problem. This … this is a fucking catastrophe, that’s what this is.”

“I didn’t intend for it to happen. I wasn’t planning on killing a guy in my living room fer Christ’s sakes.”

“What the fuck did happen?”

“He pulled a gun on me. We were talking about how this deal with Andre went south and the fucker pulled a piece. What was I supposed to do?”

“Where were you?”

“Sittin’ right where you are now—looking right at him—trying to reason and shit.”

“Goddamn. What’d you do with his gun?”

“I got it right here.” He reached behind the dead man, picked up the gun from the floor, and stood up behind the lifeless body. He pointed the barrel at his friend and fired. Once—right in the chest. He wiped down the piece and fitted it into the dead man’s hand. Then he moved over to his dying friend and placed his own pistol in his friend’s hand. And, gently squeezing his friend’s finger, he popped off a shot into the wall.

“See? I knew you could help me out.”

~ fin ~

Tom Pitts received his education on the streets of San Francisco. He remains there, working, writing, and trying to survive. He is the author of American Static (Down & Out Books), Hustle (Down & Out Books) and the novellas Piggyback (Snubnose Press) and Knuckleball (Shotgun Honey). He sat down with us for five questions about life, work, and how idle hands are the devil’s workshop.  

Great story man!
Dakota Taylor
July 03, 2013
Brilliant. Never saw it coming nor did he.
Patti Nase Abbott
May 01, 2013
Really great. Grabs you by the throat, drags you along and squeezes tight.
PaulDBrazill
April 30, 2013
Man what an intro - and great, moving dialogue. This is the kind of story that needs to be read by every kid who ever wants to write. Ever. Passing this one along for sure.
Louie W.
April 28, 2013
Great job, Tom. Some friend! I like how he shoots down the idea of burying the guy. I hate watching or reading something where they dig a six foot deep hole in ten minutes. You can't did a hole deep enough to plant a fucking tree in the time they dig a grave.
Dana Kabel
April 27, 2013
Nailed it. Great job Tom!
Chris Leek
April 27, 2013
Well, that was cute. Nice job, Tom.
Rob Pierce
April 27, 2013
Hi Tom. I am so not a criminal, I didn't see that ending coming down the pike! Great, gritty writing and fantastic reading - as always. Your dialogue perfects this piece.
Jo-Anne Teal
April 26, 2013
Dear Tom, Awesome story! The dialogue 'specially. Thanks so much.
Beau Johnson
April 26, 2013
Thank you all for your comments. They're what helps drive a site like this.
Tom Pitts
April 26, 2013
Yeah, hooker crabs are only slightly smaller than the dungeness variety.
Tom Pitts
April 26, 2013
Don't be shy, com'on over. But bring a shovel ...
Tom Pitts
April 26, 2013
Thanks, Dyer. I'll hold off making any jokes about my master stroke. What a set-up, though.
Tom Pitts
April 26, 2013
Wow... ouch! Loved this, Tom.
Andrez Bergen
April 26, 2013
Cold blooded, just the way I like it. Nice one.
Mike Miner
April 26, 2013
Tom, great story. Great, great story. Kudos for driving the whole thing with dialog. This is a highlight in your body of work.
Ryan Sayles
April 26, 2013
Tom, I like you and everything, but I've only met you once or twice, and according to this story - I'm never coming over to your house!
John Panzer
April 26, 2013
Crabs from a hooker. That's a problem. I totally concur. Thanks for a kick ass 5 minutes Tom.
Brian Panowich
April 26, 2013
I agree with Mike- "Part the fucker out" is just cold ans oh so brutal... great twist at the end.
Bill Baber
April 26, 2013
Perfect. That was awesome!
Julia Madeleine
April 26, 2013
Nice one Tom! Great dialogue and pace. cold and cruel..
Isaac Kirkman
April 26, 2013
“You got a freezer. Part the fucker out. Every week or so you slip a foot or a hand in with the trash. Right in there with the coffee grounds and the other rank shit.” -- might be the coldest-sounding opening line to a crime story ever. Nice.
michaelmonson
April 26, 2013
Excellent stuff, man...Loved it!
Gareth Spark
April 26, 2013
Damn, this one is good. I didn't see that coming at all. A master stroke, Tom. Excellent work!
Dyer Wilk
April 26, 2013
Problem solved. I'll be thinking about this one all day. Great stuff!
Bruce Harris
April 26, 2013

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