Confessions of a Webmaster (3/3) By Mo

(1/3), (2/3), (3/3).

He became my mentor for many years, we used to do yoga in his apartment on 24th Street in the evening, smoke a fat joint in the sitting position and giggle, peering across the street to the apartments across the way where this absurdly fat woman would strip and start running naked on her treadmill with all the lights on, same time every night. It was like looking at guinea pigs in cages all doing their own thing at predefined times. This is where I first learned of Zen. The apartment on 74th Street was 4 flights up, so I clambered up the stairs, took the key from its hiding place, entered and put the kettle on for some tea.

My mind was on getting stoned, after the trauma of the weekend that was all I wanted.

I felt for the glass jar on the top shelf, he kept it in and was relieved to see a huge green bud, so I greedily picked some off, rolled a beauty and went to the window cracked it open and took my first puff. Boy I was in heaven, as the buzz took hold of my exhausted body I leaned further out of the window to avoid detection. This stuff sure stank. With eyes that looked like egg yolks in a bucket of pigs blood, and a smile that would have any Cheshire cat jealous I peered down below into the street. Then it all began. Sirens blasting, 2 police cars followed by a fire engine appeared to be coming down the street towards Jan's apartment block.

That's odd, I thought to myself as the noise grew louder and they all pulled up right outside the building. My impending panic was interrupted by a heavy banging on the door. This cannot be happening, had I been followed and trapped like a rat in a cage here or what? Oh shit. I threw the joint out the window, hid the bud and went to answer the door. Confronted by several burly fire fighters and a police officer, they pushed me aside and said, 'Dude, can't you smell it?'

Smell it? I almost crapped myself as they pushed passed me towards the open window. One got out and proceeded to make his way to the next door apartment. I moved towards the front door thinking to make a quick exit when the neighbor's door was opened by one of them, with my heart racing I peeked in and took a sharp breath. Something sure did stink, the apartment looked like it had been ransacked and there was the body of a man in the middle of the floor. He had been dead for maybe 2 weeks and it reeked.

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