Suspicious White Powder Turns Out to Be Cocaine Authorities relieved to see massive shipment of illegal narcotics BYWALLACE E. WATERMELON El Squatro, CA
JUNIOR BACON for the commune
The police, in too big a goddamn hurry to wait for the photographer to get there
A truck laden with hundreds of packages of a mysterious white powder
attempted to cross the border here today, drawing scrutiny from the
Border Patrol and local law enforcement officers concerned that it
could be just the latest in a series of terrorist attacks involving
Anthrax. After closer investigation, a spokesman revealed, with some
relief, that the substance turned out to be simply 94% pure Colombian
cocaine.
“We were awful worried at first,” said Sheriff Fluff Drivel of nearby
Littlehead City. “These days everyone’s on edge whenever they see white
powder. Hell, my wife refuses to bake anything that involves using flour
right now.”
Drivel’s partner, Officer Roy Dither, added, “I was the one to
investigate the powder itself. You remember that TV show, I think it
was ‘Banacek’ or maybe it was ‘Mannix,’ that one back in the ‘70s?
Anyway, it was just like that episode of ‘The Streets of San Francisco,’
where they caught that guy with the big bag of white powder, and George
Peppard or Karl Malden or whoever stuck his finger in the bag, right up
to his knuckle, and then tasted the powder and said ‘Pure horse.’ Well,
I just went ahead and scooped up a big handful of the powder in
question, and I was all ready to say that, to say ‘Pure horse,’ but
before I could, my mouth had got all numb and everything, and then I
was thinking about how my neighbor used to have horses when I was a
kid, and he used to race them, and I used to see him giving them some
white powder before the races, and that got me to thinking, well, maybe
it was something else. Then I remembered how these ants used to be all
over the stable where he kept the horses, these really interesting
little black ants, you know, and they would just all follow each other
in a big long line up the wall, and I always wondered what made them
do that, and then-”
Sheriff Drivel then gently interrupted his partner with a friendly,
two-handed smack to the side of the head with his baton. Officer Dither
reeled off, twitching spasmodically, his arms flailing and blood
streaming from his nose and ear, while Sheriff Drivel continued.
“To make a long story short, we had the powder analyzed, and it turned
out that it wasn’t Anthrax at all. It also wasn’t ‘pure horse,’” he
snorted, casting a glance at his still-convulsing partner. “All it
turned out to be was your plain old garden-variety cocaine, so we sent
these jokers on their merry way. I can tell you, we were awfully glad
to find out it wasn’t Anthrax, though. We hate that kind of music down
here.”
Look for Wallace Watermelon’s award-winning volume of poetry,
“Reflections on a Gift of Chutney Pickle from Myself, Since You
Heartless, Soulless Bastards Never Give Me Anything,” as soon as he
finishes writing it, and it gets published and wins some awards.
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