Tuesday - yes, it was Tuesday when I saw my congressman coming out of the titty bar.
He didn’t look like my congressman, but that’s okay - nobody really looks like themselves anymore. I think its got something to do with that crap they’ve been pouring into the water
I decided it might be wise to follow the congressman just to see what he was up to. After all, my tax dollars do pay his salary.
The congressman got into a taxi, so I hailed a taxi. Despite the obvious dangers involved.
The congressman was in taxi number 23 and I was in cab 17. But numbers are meaningless in this kind of cat and squid game. My driver was an Aries and he laughed when I said “Follow that cab!” And he kept laughing until he saw the cold blue steel of Little Elvis.
“Keep your god-damn hands off that radio!” I warned him “I work for the government!”
This is actually a half truth - I’m really a bike courier. But I make a lot of deliveries to government offices. That’s where I heard about the cheese…
Ok uhm…I think that was me, but maybe not. Come to think of it, maybe it was this guy I know named Peter Bazooka. But I swear, some people just don’t want to get involved…