Wednesday, November 14, 2007

I should never have offered to finish the job begun by another priest. My hands were wet, and by the time I arrived they were already starting to taste of salt. In less than twelve short hours I would be busted for hoarding barbiturates amidships. At least I was blessed with a backup plan. If cornered, I would call for backup. That was the backup plan.

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