Gonad Gets Arrested

The phone rang. It was my lawyer, Gonad the Ballbearian: I’d recognise his soft snarl anywhere.

I’m in the hospital. Get down here quick!

Jesus, Gonad, I said, are you sick? Injured? Shot?

No. I’m being arrested. Come quick.

I was there in eight minutes and elbowed my way past the fat cop at the door. Let me through. I’m not a lawyer!

Gonad was in one of the bathrooms, restrained by two burly cops. A man in a white coat was lying on the ground being resuscitated. I noticed his clothes were soaking wet.

What happened here? I demanded.

Gonad stared at me. I never like to see that wild look in his eye.

This porter tried to make me take a bath before my minor surgical procedure.

It looked bad. Gonad has never washed in his life.

So, I urged. What happened?

What do you think happened? I held him under the water until he got sense.

I see. And the police were called?

Yeah. They’re going to charge me.

With assault?

No, he said, gesturing towards the unconscious man on the floor. The charge is dunkin’ this orderly.

13 thoughts on “Gonad Gets Arrested

  1. Brilliant!! You should do more of this Bock and less screaming about politics before your head explodes.

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