The Knife is gone and other than that I have been silenced on the enitre issue. What knife? That's the way I look at it. But I found a miny hand-sickle on the sidewalk today. It had a plastic hand grip and about a 3 and half inch sickle on the end. Looks like the Wedgwood commies are starting to take themselves just a lil too serious. I was gonna keep it as peice for the InOnMyAss (Courtesy: Chad Benson Publishing) Memorial Museum that will certainly one day stand in the place of Rite-Aid. After walking a block with it in my pocket, the sickle part hangin out of my jacket pocket, staring like a rattlesnake ready to strike...It reminded me of the time me and my two brothers and three sisters went to Hawaii and foung an ancient Taboo idol and bore the brunt of its curses. I disposed of it in the dog groomers dumpster which is behind the Florist. The careful reader will note that this location's significance is that is the precise location that The 100 Smoking Flower Dumpster Diver was spoted.

It was pretty cool throwing it away because the dumpster is chained shut. In order to chuck the sicke, I had to pry the corner of the lid up and kinda shove it in there. And if that doesn't look fucking shaaaady, you spend too much time at Wong's.