— Vince Masuka P.S. If you’re reading this, Dexter (the real one), stop looking at my ketamine. P.P.S. Intern Masuka, if you’re reading this, please don’t stab me. You’re the only one who knows how to calibrate the GC/MS. Check out my vlog: “Spatter Matters with Masuka.”
I got an intern named .
But she kept watching him. And yesterday, I caught her running a latent print off Dexter’s coffee mug. When I asked why, she said, “Just practicing.” masuka intern dexter
If I end up on a slab next week with a neat little needle mark in my neck, tell the world I died doing what I loved: wearing a Hawaiian shirt and talking about the refractive index of semen.
She walks in. She’s quiet. Too quiet. You know who else is quiet? Spiders. Snipers. And my coworker, Dexter Morgan. — Vince Masuka P
Here’s the weird part. Every time my boy Dexter (the blood spatter analyst, not the intern—stay with me) walks into the room, Intern Masuka gets very stiff. She stares at his shoes. She stares at his gloves.
I laughed. “Honey, everybody’s rhythms are off around here. Have you seen Sgt. Doakes’ face?” Intern Masuka, if you’re reading this, please don’t
I said, “Kid, are you sure you aren’t a serial killer?”