Spiritual mafia
Spiritual mafia
I was in somewhere in Queens and was busy rolling up a dead body in a big Persian rug. The guy was pretty heavy, and I was sweating a lot trying to hold him all together with black garbage bags and duct tape.
I threw the rolled up dead guy over my shoulder and took him down the elevator to the dumpsters while Irene held the door. His head kept flopping back and forth, and banging against the elevator wall. When we got out of the elevator, I rolled him down the stairs, and sort of cringed as he made mushing sounds each time he cracked his head or broke an arm. Then I managed to get him up into the dumpster.
I looked over at Irene, and said "Why don't we do this at night like they do in the movies?" She said, "That'd be too obvious. This way it looks like we're throwing away an old rug. Who would be crazy enough to dispose of a body in broad daylight?"
This seemed to make a lot of sense.
Over the next few weeks, I got pretty good wrapping, rolling, and tossing these dead guys into the dumpster. One day I got a bit worried because we didn't have a carpet to roll the new guy up in, so I just rolled him up in duct tape and stuck him in the black bags. This wasn't the best solution because you could sort of see the shape of his head, where his eyes and nose were, the shape of his shoulders, and also his knees would buckle a lot. I had him sort of leaning against the elevator wall, while I propped my back against him, when several old ladies got in. They looked at me strangely, but I just politely smiled and nodded. Meanwhile, the guy's head starts flopping around. I say, "This damned carpet is so old. Can't wait to get a new one. I give Irene a worried look, and the ladies get off at the lobby. We continue down to the dumpster level.
"Irene, I've been meaning to ask you this for a long time now. Why the hell are we killing these people and dumping their bodies into dumpsters all over the city? This can't be right. What if we get caught?"
She says to me matter of factly, "Well, you know the mafia right? They whack you if you screw them. Fenced goods, money, drugs, diamonds. It's their way of dealing with the people who commit some kind of material offence against them. Those people have taken something away from the mafia, so they wind up dead. What we're doing is similar, but for much different reasons. We're the spiritual mafia. The people we whack deserve it because they've done some awful spiritual injustice to us. They've tried to take away a part of our spiritual well being and decency. These are people who are unkind, dishonest, cheap, and rude. They don't care about anything but themselves. They lie, they use people around them, and they are always out for their own personal gain at the expense of others. Don't you feel better knowing you'll never have to see these people again? They're out of everyone's lives for good now."
This seemed to make a lot of sense too, I realized, as I walked back to the apartment for my next load.
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