October 15th : 1:45 AM

    How do you kill a man?  You could shoot him, stab him, strangle him, or, hit him over the head with a blunt object.  You could drown him, run him over with your car, or, maybe even poison him.  You could push him off a roof, out a window or in front of a bus.  Did I miss anything?  You could do all these things and yet, none of these things because each of these things would conjure up the one thing, you don’t want.  Murder.  Homicide.  Po-po.  The elite of the elite.  The dicks who strive to speak for the dead.

 

    You could hire someone, but that would take a ton of money and how would you go about that, anyway?  What does one do?  Post an ad on Craigs-list?  Wanted, husband killing hitman.  This would be contract work, one time assigment, no bennies.  Click the above address to submit your bid.

 

    You could offer to give him a soothing bath and put a radio on the ledge, or a hair dryer and just sort of accidently knock into the tub.  I wonder if smoke would come out of his ears?  You would have to call 911 and cry and shake and scream, what was he thinking?  But the insurance company would want to prove suicide.  They won’t pay for suicide.  They have a clause.  He has an accidenetal death policy, but they don’t pay ****.

 

    I called my sister.  She is going to take the kids  this weekend.  She is going to pick them up from school on Friday and give the weekend to Rob and I and Annie.  Of course, she doesn’t know Annie.  Even Rob doesn’t know Annie, not like I know Annie.  I really love Annie.  Annie is going to help me make this Robs most memorable weekend.  Annie is going to bend over and open the back door.  I can’t wait to see the look on Rob’s face when I finally let him in on the secret.

 

    You could kill a man in self defense, couldn’t you?