it was worth a try

The exterminator came. I opened the door to him, expecting a short bald man with round rimless spectacles and an unhealthily expansive knowledge of endomological breeding habits. Instead in walked a handsome yet silent young man with enough toxins in a tank on his back to eliminate Birmingham. He was here for just five minutes, dealing death with every squirt.

He left.

The cockroaches pissed themselves laughing and organised a family get-together in my sink. It was like Naked Lunch but I kept my clothes on. The roaches are still giggling as I type.

Somewhere, around some corner, I shall find THE poison.

Kalinyxta se olous sas, good night each a nos da i chi gyd.

Jamie