“Tinkle, tinkle
In the Jar.

Then I’ll know
Just What Ye are!

Be Ye Pothead,
Drunk or Tweaker,

I Will Catch Ye!

I’m The Seeker!”


The Dark, Masked Man hovered in the shadows
Of the Alley, Sample Jar in hand,
Awaiting his next “Donor”.

It, as he expected, wasn’t a long wait as the
Thin-as-a-rail girl stumbled from the
Back door of the Tavern, clearly
Under the influence of
SOME THING NAUGHTY!

He cursed softly “Dammit!”
Getting Samples from Females presented
Problems sometimes!

But, he had taken up the gauntlet, devised a Plan, and he would stick it out, even with wet, sticky fingers!

“Perhaps“, he thought to himself,
“I should buy a small packet of Pre-Moistened Towlettes.”

As his target reeled toward him, he was relieved to see that she wore a skirt -  much easier
Job now!

He made his move, stifling her silent scream quickly
And prepared to collect.

Finished, moments later, he pulled his Dig-It-All Camera from his Fanny Pack.

He remembered the days when everyone carried ID and rued the passing of the old ways . . . .

But cameras were mighty handy, too, and the Police, when he dropped them the sample, would likely have a mug shot on file and easily discern her Identity!

That was the Real “Sticky” part!  Not getting caught delivering the pic & the jar of fluid.

The Shadowy Masked Man, The Seeker, had given thought to simply letting his Donors live
But, too often, he would see them again, in the same alleyways, in the same disgusting condition . . . . . .

End