February 25, 2004

Murder

I was on my way out to Sandusky to talk to a witness who will testify in an upcoming trial and picked up a potential murder weapon. If you’ve been reading for a couple months, you might remember my diatribe about the concealed-carry law in Ohio. I’d link to it, but I’m too fucking lazy to look it up and who cares anyway.

People are going to be packing heat. I stopped off at a shop along State Route 250 to pick up my new weapon.

Unfortunately, Wanda Kanner has given new meaning to the phrase “carrying a concealed weapon.” I asked that the tattooed, five-o’clock-shadowed, long-haired dude behind the counter to put it in a bag. He shook his head, chuckling under his breath.

Bagel. Jalapeno. Heat, baby. No cream cheese. Split. Lightly toasted.

Posted by Bill at February 25, 2004 08:14 PM
Comments

just a comment to say i have missed reading you two. babies are busy-making critters! i hope you are both well and still kicking ass and taking names.

smooches!

jenB

Posted by: jenB at February 25, 2004 09:05 PM

oh yeah, we are.

now about this bagel you picked up, bill. exactly what ARE your plans?

Posted by: stacey at February 25, 2004 09:15 PM

Let me be the first: Three cheers for concealed carry-- making Ohio a safer state for you and yours!

Posted by: Brett Kirwan at February 26, 2004 12:13 AM

A bagel? Yeah, I've seen them around. But what kind of dog is a lox?

Posted by: Joel at February 26, 2004 01:08 AM

I might try a bagel on Rob next.

Posted by: Anji at February 26, 2004 02:24 AM