Thu, 19 May 2005
to-do (one)
- For my thirtieth birthday a friend of mine gave me eight pounds of
uncut heroin, which I guess was a thoughtful gift, but that’s way more
heroin than I’m ever gonna need, so I got to selling it, but the only
people I know are poor post-students or just plain poor people, so
everybody’s wanting to buy heroin at like five dollar increments, and it’s
going to take me decades to sell it all that way, and also my lifestyle
doesn’t mesh with all these people coming over all the time and falling
asleep under the deck so that I have to hit them with the hose and they
start yelling about how they’re not going to buy any more of my heroin,
which I mean so much for keeping a low profile. Thus I’m going to plant
the remaining 7.8 pounds of heroin on my nemesis, and laugh as the police
beat him into a stupor. Which brings me to
- Must aquire nemesis. Not as easy as it sounds. I’m very charming and
friendly, and people naturally taking a liking to me unless I get all in a
snit and chase them around town while whipping them with my belt and
cursing them in the literal sense. Also I don’t much want some
high-maintenence nemesis who will constantly be conspiring on my front
lawn and calling me late at night with digitally manipulated recordings of
conversations I have had with loved ones which make me sound like a tool.
No! I want a nemesis entirely on my own terms, who maybe has a day job and
some entertaining hobbies so that the months when I have no pressing need
for nemesising until one day and then POW! he finds a big bag of heroin in
his pants as the sirens grow louder and just as he realizes that he is now
fundamentally doomed he picks up the phone to call his lawyer only there
is no dial tone, there is only my voice, telling him that I am the winner!
I am the winner!
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