Casey needs some information!
Let's see if he can find anything useful.
The song that is played in this chapter is called You Make Me Smile by Uncle Kracker. I Don't own the song or TMNT
I'm just saiyan.
Day Seventeen: Detective Casey Jones is On the Case
Casey P.O.V.
Growing up in the slums of this grand city of New York, means ya' get yourself your own flurry of slum friends. Not that I hang out with them anymore. I mean between my family, April, and the turtles my schedules pretty much booked.
Besides my old friends need some serious lessons in loyalty.
Oh sure they were loyal enough when I did the same things they did.
Nothing serious don't get me wrong! They were always calling me a pussy, since I wouldn't go as far as them.
But I did my fair share of trouble. And let me tell you back in the day all I would've had to do was shout and the lot of em' would have been high tailing it over to me.
But then this vigilantly thing started. It was great, the best thing I'd ever decided to do. I may not be the best judge of right and wrong, but hey I have enough faith in myself to believe that I can at least look at a guy stealing a purse and think, hmmmm yeah I think that's wrong, that guys deserves a punch in the face.
It's not rocket science people! Someone does something bad, you kick their butts, it's not that complicated!
But you can see how some of my old buds found my new hobby to be a, uh conflict of interest for them.
So yeah, we're not friends anymore or nothin'.
But that doesn't mean old friends can't be useful. You see some of these old pals of mine, aren't so smart. It just takes buying 'em a pack of beers and offerin' to watch a game of hockey with 'em and suddenly your old friends again. Or at least old friends enough to forget that they're talking to a crime killen' vigilantly and tell me all kinds of rotten secrets that are going on around town.
Raph always asks me how I get my information.
It's called being socially active Raph! You should try it.
Oh wait no, he probably shouldn't.
Well Raph aside I'm currently sitting on a dirty but comfortable couch in some not-too-shabby-yet-still-run-down apartment, watching a basketball game (it's not all about hockey people,) with my old friend Bull.
Which now that I think about it, might not be his real name. I think his real name was Ben or something. I dunno, it's supposed to be some sort of cool pun. It was something like, even though he's skinny as a twig he fights like a rampaging bull.
Yeah, I think that was the joke... Um I think.
Anyways, at the moment it's almost half time in the game and I'm on my sixth beer.
Two more than I had originally intended.
I'm not like that anymore I swear!
But these guys can be pretty persuasive ya know, ya get in the moment.
Ah geez this guy better give me some info fast or I'm gonna end up having to walk home drunk. Probably won't even be able to get my dumass self home, I'll have to call April!
Ugh look at me, I'm now I'm gettin' all negative, and talk about paranoid. These guys just aren't good for my sanity.
"Can you believe this defense Jones? These fuckers have passed through the same damn opening like fuckin' twenty times now. This is bullshit man!" says Bull.
Nope that's it; I'm pulling out the big guns.
"Yeah that's crazy. So dude, is uh is Tracy commin' over?" I ask, knowing that he and Tracy had recently made up and are back together again. I'm actually happy for them. They have so much in common. I mean they'd both stabbed their sisters before, they both love heroine, and they have both asked to use my urine for a drug test.
Yup they were meant to be together, and far away from me.
"Ah man why you gotta mention that bitch? Yeaaaaah she's comin' over," Bull answers turning his head around so he could get a look at the kitchens digital clock.
I'd like to point out that there was a regular clock that his mom imported from out of state right near the T.V.
Not that I'm a fan of old clocks, digital was one of the best things ever invented.
I'm just sayin'.
"She should be here soon. Ya don't mind right man?"
Funny he would ask, considering she's probably already on her way.
"Naw I don't mind,"…. Time for the kill "I mean I don't like her, but whatever, just wish I had something to make her easier to deal with. She's just bitches all the fuckin' time."
Sorry Tracy.
"Right! I knew I wasn't crazy, she just never stops!" Bull enthusiastically tells me, "Look man, I know you straight now, and you don't like to take serious drugs, but I've heard of this new one that gives a real kick. AND, it's better for your health and shit. All natural, like marijuana, but gives a high like cocaine."
Wow, now this is a big kill. Naw scratch that, I just shot myself a damn Tiger!
"A new drug I haven't heard nothin' about that," I reply trying to look only a little interested.
"Dude, when I say new, I mean it's really new. Just you wait it's going to be all over the damn news soon. It's so popular, everyone's gettin' some. I've heard that it's easier to make than other drugs, so all the drug dealers are switching over. Some people are pissed, but it's a good thing, this stuff is good for you, it's all natural ya know."
So I've heard. "You have any?" I ask.
"Of course man, how do you think I've put up with Tracy this long? The trick with that girl is to be high as a fuckin kite," Bull said leaning forward as if he's already about to get up and get me some. All I had to do was ask.
"Bull, my man, I know who your dealer is, there's no way he'd stop his business. He's an old man, glued to his ways, why'd he switch?"
Yes sadly I know his dealer! Look part of this whole, get information from old buds thing is that ya need to maintain some trust. And old friends don't appreciate you calling the cops on their dealers!
Ah whatever you just don't understand, I'll get around to everyone eventually.
"No Jones it's not him, I'm getting it from this other guy through him."
*Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt*
That's one annoying door bell.
"Man, Bitch needs to learn the two second rule," grumbles bull getting up off the couch to let Tracy in.
Time to make my escape, Raph and I have a tiger to hunt.
*YOU MAKE ME SMILE LIKE THE SUN, FALL OUT OF BED!*
Oh shit.
*SING LIKE A BIRD, DIZZY IN MY HEAD!*
"Jones, is that your ringtone?"
*SPIN LIKE A RECORD, CRAZY ON A SUNDAY NIIIIIIIIIGHT!*
Fuckin' pockets! Where is it!
*OOOOOOOOOOH YOU MAKE ME SMIIIILE!*
*Beep*
"Uh, one second Bull, I gotta take this!"
Someone changed my ringtone, again. Is it sad that at this point I don't even know which one of them did it? You know, I'm starting to suspect that those four have made it into some kind of crazy game. See who can switch my ringtone to the most hilarious song or somethin'.
How do they keep getting my phone?
"Uh, hello?"
"Casey Jones where are you right now!"
"Whoah April, babe, what's the matter?"
"I went over to your place and some girl just shows up yelling at me that you were taking her man away. She's still out there raving and saying very inappropriate things about the gay community."
"Uh, did you happen to get her name?"
"Didn't have to, I remember her. She's that Tracy girl; you know, the one I met when you forced me to meet all of your felon friends. Are you with her boyfriend right now? I thought you told me you weren't going to hang out with those guys anymore!"
"W-well, I-I'm sure not hanging out with him in that way!"
"I know that! I'm not stupid! Oh wait hold on a second."
-stomp- -stomp- stomp- *BANG*
"HEY HEY BITCH! GET AWAY FROM HIS APARTMENT OR I'M CALLING THE COPS! AND STOP CALLING HIM THAT CASEY IS NOT GAY! How would I know? HOW WOULD I KNOW!? I SLEEP WITH HIM YOU STUPID BITCH, NOW GET OUT OF HERE!"
*BANG*
"Oh sorry about that Casey, she keeps banging on the down stair windows."
"You sound so sexy when you yell."
"I'm still mad."
"You get this beautiful fire in your eyes, an-, and you toss your long flowing hair across your tiny shoulders."
"Still mad."
"Oh uh, then when you're done you calm down breathing in and out with those full red lips, and you lay your perfectly slim body across the couch."
"….Fine you live tonight Jones."
"Yes! Oh but babe, I might be late tonight. I just got some good info from Bull here and Raph and I are gonna check it out."
"…"
"…April?"
"…"
"Oooooor, I could do that another day, and rent a movie on the way home?"
"I knew there was I reason I've kept you around Jones."
Ah, I love Casey!
Soon everyone's going to start piecing things together.
It may not be pretty. And some of the solutions to this problem, maybe even less so.
Now back to the action!
Next Time!
Day Twenty Five: Girls and Drugs! Not as Good as it Sounds.