Mythopoeika
I am a meat popsicle
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That reminds me of some guy my Dad knew many years ago. This fellow had made a load of money somehow and became an antique dealer.Very shortly after l retired, l walked into town one Saturday morning. A window had been punched in by some macho drunk who had, evidently, cut himself badly in the process. I followed the blood trail right to the front door of a local residence.
l then strutted into my former nick, reported the facts to my old mate the Station Clerk, and strode out with a Parthian shot of “Somebody should do something!”
maximus otter
He had a variety of dodgy 'associates' who we never met, but heard about from another family friend.
This fellow returned back to his house after being away for a weekend, only to find that a window had been smashed in the house and there was stuff missing. The house had been turned over. There was a trail of blood leading from the broken window.
Police got info from the local hospital about a man with cuts, arrested him. Turned out to be one of the dodgy 'associates' - who already had 'previous' as a petty criminal.