Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Monday, May 07, 2001

C: Are you going to go as Domino to the Black and White Ball? Come on, you've got the leather pants and the attitude, the shirt would be easy to improvise, and then you just need the black dot of make-up. And a hair cut.
Me: And a Glock. I'll do it if you get me a Glock.
C: Will a replica do?
Me: No, I want the real thing.
KL: What's a Glock?
Me: A gun.
The fear was palpable. KL: You're going to give her a gun??

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