IVIV: Trust

[Robin Landseadel]

On Sep 15, 2009, at 7:05 AM, Bekah wrote:

> Maybe even Doc is one toke over the line sometimes.

	Doc's history with Bigfoot, beginning with minor drug episodes,
	stop-and-frisks up and down Sepulveda, and repeated front-
	door repairs, had escalated a couple of years ago with the
	Lunchwater case, one more of the squalid matrimonials that
	were occupying Doc's time back then. The husband, a tax
	accountant who thought he'd score some quality surveillance
	on the cheap, had hired Doc to keep an eye on his wife. After a
	couple days of stakeouts at the boyfriend's house Doc decided
	to go up on the roof and have a closer look through a skylight at
	the bedroom below, where the activities proved to be so
	routine—hanky maybe, not much panky—that he decided to
	light a joint to pass the time, taking one from his pocket, in the
	dark, more soporific than he had intended. Before long he had
	fallen asleep and half rolled, half slid down the shallow pitch of
	the red-tile roof, coming to rest with his head in the gutter,
	where he then managed to sleep through the events which
	followed, including hubby's arrival, considerable screaming,
	and gunfire loud enough to get the neighbors to call the police.
	Bigfoot, who happened to be out in a prowl car nearby, showed
	up to find the husband and the b.f. slain and the wife attractively
	tousled and sobbing, and gazing at the .22 in her hand as if it
	was the first time she'd seen one. Doc, up on the roof, was still
	snoring away.

	IV, 25

Soundtrack: Flying/Blue Jay Way:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R0lcB1QozUQ