Where we at?

I just sacrificed myself (and most likely the most hunchbacked of all weekdays (Wednesday) at the alter of the Drawring (yeah, that's right, I said, Drawring) Room. If you'd look into my brain right now thru a cat-scan or perhaps a psychic taro card reader, you'd see a three ring circus with jugglers (kill 'em all) acrobats (also to be killed) and a couple of sandwich artists without any medium to work with. (certainly, also deserving of death...)

Fortunately the knife thrower was well aware of what was going down, and refrained from the previously mentioned chaos, and well, lets just say some financial inducement...decided all the aforementioned motha-fuckas, were indeed worthy of their fates - sent them well upon the way towards meeting them.

Perhaps later, we'll be able to talk to said knife thrower, but tonight, the knife-thrower is being strangely tight-lipped. Which, as I recall, has never actually happened to anyone who wants to be interviewed here at Fjord. I'd guess it's just that he doesn't want to be I.D.'d to any crimes that have recently occurred.

However, I'm curious as to why the knife thrower (notice I'm leaving the knife thrower's gender well out of this post- - to protect the innocent...and guilty) doesn't want the publicity? I'm of the mind...that this is the kind of thing you'd want to advertise. I suppose that's because I don't have the power to kill people with throwing knives.

And that's all I'm going to say on the matter.

(However, if you need to avail yourself of the knife-thrower's services...please feel free to leave a comment...)