My Life Is My Lover But Don't Tell My Wife

Kermit the Frog: Leap Frogging The Sweet Fantastic

You know what they say about getting older? Hey I'm Kermit and this is my life. It’s more than that though its also my lover but don't tell my wife. I’ve been a private P.I. now for almost twelve years. My days of copping are long behind me and the name Rico is nothing but a muffled whisper in the back of my head. He means nothing to me anymore. At least that’s what I tell myself to stay sane. 

           

            Two months after I got my P.I. license my first case came in.  Some hotshot relator from upstate came into my office.  Well it technically wasn’t an office more of a van but that doesn’t matter right now. Long story short my office got burnt down a few weeks before and I was forced to relocate. So anyway this dude named Mickey Blackman sits in the passenger seat of this Volkswagen with me and he tells me this story. For client privacy I cant really tell you anything but basically his wife made a run for it a few weeks back. Blackman said all she left was a note. He wouldn’t tell me what was on it. Then this Blackman guy starts acting all paranoid and now he’s telling me he thinks his wife got kidnapped. Says the handwriting on the note wasn’t his wife’s. Next thing I know Blackmans gone and I’m at the pier with Jason Seagull. Must have spaced out.

            I watched the rain make little puddles in the parking lot outside my apartment. It had been three weeks since I’d heard from Mickey and still had no leads on his wife. Nobody I talked to knew anything about Mickey Blackman or his missing wife. Things were starting to get real psychedelic man. Cause guess what. I go down to the station right, and pulled Mickeys file. Apparently this Blackman guy has been dead for fifty some years. And there wasn’t even a file for his wife. Shoot I didn’t know what to do man. When I got home that night my place had been broken into. Looked like someone had been seeing for something. Then there was my fax machine going off like crazy. It was Blackman. “THERE WATCHING US!” This whole thing got me spooked so I booked it to this club I knew some of my old cop buddies would be. I walked into the club illuminated by all the neon signs behind the bar and you’ll never guess who I see. Its Mickey. He’s all coked up and harassing these girls at a table across the room. This is trippy man.