MY NOM DE GUERRE
My nom de guerre, I've decided,
is going to be, 'Mick McFiddle, the
unknown riddle.' That ought to get
them where it hurts; right up the
crack of their butts. No evidence
left behind, not a clue anywhere.
I'll use a face mask made of
Masking tape, and never be able
to get it off without also tearing
out my skin. Won't that be great,
to see the state I'll be in then.
A lot worse that burning off
fingerprints, I'd say.
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