The Dead Janitors Club: Pathetically True Tales of a Crime Scene Cleanup King

It had been well over a month since I had seen or heard from Dirk, and it was showing in my bank account…I was tempted to start searching for another job. I still had faith, though, that somehow, someway, I was meant for this line of work…

"Hello?" I mumbled, not recognizing the number on the caller ID.

"Jeff, it's Dirk," said the voice. I waited curiously, wondering who the hell Dirk was. "We've got one," he eventually said when I failed to answer.

We had never bothered to get together for an...