It is the day of Annunciation. We walk three miles for fish and three miles back. Later at night I join a friend at Palmer's for several Jim Beams and an unsanctioned pizza. I wander back home under a windy star-filled sky and wonder at some of it.The Lady had a problem with vomiting today. The worst sort of problem!
I was thinking today that if you really wanted to get at someone in a way that no one would suspect, you could poison his cigarettes. Then again, he might bum the poisoned one. Just think of it: hey man, can I have a smoke? (Hesitantly he acquiesces, as this man is being poisoned for a reason - namely that he is a selfish asshole) Sure. Here. Thanks. The poor unsuspecting passerby walks off and after one puff falls dead on the street. The target of the assassination stares dumbfounded. This would work as well with an exploding cigarette. Just think of it: a small, heat-operated bit of explosive rolled up in Marlboro paper. Hey man, can I bum a cigarette? Sure, here. Do you need a light? No. Thanks. Step...step...step. Click. Vrrrff. BOOM. Good Lord! it'd take the sharer of cigarettes by surprise. And think of the terror that the would-be assassin (say, a terribly distraught wife [distraught, of course, for she's found his lover]) would feel after not having killed her target! Who else has access to his cigarettes? The mistress? Well, likely - but she's not interested in killing him. Or is she?
Is that a drummie?
ReplyDeleteIn high school we used to sabotage cigarettes with minibombs(we called them charges), and wait for people to bum from us. Overbumming was rampant at our school. Someone got eye damage once.