A Dead Hooker

I don’t know why but as soon as I had heard the news from those two the first thing that popped into my head was, “oh please god don’t let it be a dead hooker.”  Those two had a history of doing very stupid things and doing them very hammered as well.  Jack had been feeling extremely lonely and depressed since his fiancé had cheated on him and left.  Since then he had also been getting into fits of extreme rage and got into a lot of fights.  We had warned him against dating a stripper, saying she would never be faithful but he never listened.  Dan wanted to cheer him up so he took Jack out for a night out on the town; god only knows the things that they could have been up too.  I would have gladly gone but unfortunately I had work early in the morning.

I knew this had to be serious business to meet them in that spot, it was located deep within the mountainous backwoods and required taking a long dusty old road to get there, if you could even call it that.  We used that spot back in high school to go to every other weekend to get trashed.  It was perfect because no one knew about it and absolutely no cops ever went there.  We knew it was the perfect place so far removed from civilization, so that’s why we made our drunken pact, “If shit ever hits the fan we will come here and figure out what to do, whether it be zombie apocalypse or to bury a dead body this is where we will meet.”  Dan didn’t tell me to grab my twelve gauge and all the supplies I could fit in my truck so I knew he wasn’t calling about the zombie apocalypse.

Even though it was dark I was lucky enough to be able to find the dirt road and it was just as bad I remember.  Bumpy as all hell nearly destroying my car’s shocks and so windy it felt like I was turning every five seconds.  No wonder our beer cans always exploded on us when we opened them after driving up this road.  Eventually the road the road began to smooth but as it did it only began to grow steeper as I entered the mountains.

Soon I reached the spot where we had made the pact all those years ago.  It was a small clearing mid-way up the mountain and as I pulled up my head lights showed both Jack and Dan sitting on the hood of Jack’s car waiting for me with beers in hand.  As I got out they jumped up and greeted me, “took you long enough asshole.”  They got up and began to stumble moving toward the back of Jack’s car, “So why did you call me here in such a hurry?  You didn’t kill a hooker did you?” I asked jokingly.  “Kill a hooker? What are you talking about we would never do such a thing,” said Jack.  He opened up the trunk and I immediately knew why they had called, “we did kill a stripper though” said Dan.