I met a guy last night who is famous for his ads on television. He turns annuities and debts owed into fast cash. He looks like a country music star from the 50s with creases and folds in his face that bring to mind an oiled up catchers mitt.
He explained how he could legally have people killed.
“Legally?” I asked.
“Well, In a way where nobody will care.” he said then flicked a cigarette at the cat.
The two friends that were with me seemed uncomfortable with my enthusiasm for the idea because they know I want someone dead.
A couple people really.
“Whether you get away with it or not is not the point Merkley, you’ll carry the guilt of murder for the rest of your life.”
“Oh I’m not worried about that.” I said, “I’m not gonna overstay my welcome anyway so my only real concern is that I can’t keep my mouth shut about things that make me happy. I’d become a braggart.”
Anyway, I took the guy’s card. It was blank. I might email him.
Nobody loves the people I want dead anyway.
“Love”, what a joke.
Later I cuddled a full grown man. It wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t great.
Point is: Mangos are delicious, but they spoil.
That’s all for now.