PAYPHONE
There aren't many payphones left in the city, and the one I found at the corner of 5th and cityline looked like it hadnt been used in quite awhile. I mean whats the point, right? In this digital age everyone has a cell phone. But since a cell phone is a dead giveaway to the callers identity, I decided i would have to use that other dinosaur of a communication device. Why you may ask did I need to be so stealth? As the saying goes, "If I tell ya' I'll have to kill ya".
It was just about 2:30 PM. The traffic was light so I was able to cross over 5th avenue without incident. One jackass did honk at me though, but I was already to the curb so what was his problem? Anyway, as I got closer to the payphone I started to have my doubt's about it's functionality. For one thing multi colored graffiti decorated the booth with obscenities and gang symbols. Another thing was all the glass panels were broken or gone and the door hung loose, supported by only one bracket and a piece of wire. But the clincher was the pungent oder of garbage and urine wafting over from the crumpled pile of dirty clothes which turned out to be a homeless guy.
So there I was. Now what? Crap! This was a problem for me. A big problem. I had information. Important information that I had to pass on to the police, but I couldn't risk being identified as the source. There were too many consequences to that.
There aren't many payphones left in the city, and the one I found at the corner of 5th and cityline looked like it hadnt been used in quite awhile. I mean whats the point, right? In this digital age everyone has a cell phone. But since a cell phone is a dead giveaway to the callers identity, I decided i would have to use that other dinosaur of a communication device. Why you may ask did I need to be so stealth? As the saying goes, "If I tell ya' I'll have to kill ya".
It was just about 2:30 PM. The traffic was light so I was able to cross over 5th avenue without incident. One jackass did honk at me though, but I was already to the curb so what was his problem? Anyway, as I got closer to the payphone I started to have my doubt's about it's functionality. For one thing multi colored graffiti decorated the booth with obscenities and gang symbols. Another thing was all the glass panels were broken or gone and the door hung loose, supported by only one bracket and a piece of wire. But the clincher was the pungent oder of garbage and urine wafting over from the crumpled pile of dirty clothes which turned out to be a homeless guy.
So there I was. Now what? Crap! This was a problem for me. A big problem. I had information. Important information that I had to pass on to the police, but I couldn't risk being identified as the source. There were too many consequences to that.
