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The
Night Guy - A Series
Part 1 - A Janitor Stops By
 "Jerry! Jesus aitch it's you. Dammit you scared me. Don't pop up
in front of me like that!"
"Yeah it's just me. Little jumpy today are we Nate? The
graveyard shift getting to ya already? Startin' to see shadows that
ain't your own?"
"Yeah... shadows ...whew. Well now that you woke me up,
give me a good word or something this mornin'?"
"Got no good word really. Eat, sleep, you know. Your
countertop is lookin' mighty fine here though. Shiny. You usin'
my citrus
scrub on her or is it just the lighting or sumthin? Well now
it don't look all that great when you stand over ta this side. Eyes
must be goin' south on me?"
"Well yeah looks same as usual to me. I mean I didn't scrub anything myself but someone else could of
I guess."
"Well I just hope that someone knew what the dots on the bottle meant
and wore them green gloves special made for usin the citrus.
You see Nate, a man's got a right to know what chemicals he's
usin'.
It's something I started 'round here called 'Right to Know'
and it means if I ask someone to, say, go in and clean off a
mark on yonder floor and I hand 'em a spray bottle to do it
with, then they
got the right to ask 'what's in this stuff I'm usin'?' and we
can go straight off to that book I showed you the other mornin'
and its right in front of us what that person's gettin' his hands
into. 'Right to Know' it's called as I said."
What
the hey, maybe I'll
take a look at the rest of this story.
I've got nothing
better to do...
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the
Goliard 
a
repository
Teen
escapes the clutches of psychotic, cloying, shrieking,
succubus-by-day figure long enough to win gold.
"What
the balls is this town coming too? I walked down 4th Avenue and didn't see one goddamned
person that was even a little bit more interesting than myself."