One of the things I now have, prescribed just in case of emergency, is a packet of nitroglycerine patches, which the instructions say to slap onto "hairless" skin. If angina occurs, or a heart attack. I am a white man.
Probably the only totally hairless area is my forehead.
Um. Yeah. No?
Chinese New Year is coming up. Nitroglycerine equals boom.
There must be some way to subvert this.
Blasting caps?
You know, I could be the most impressive juvie down on Waverly, if there's a way to set these things off.
"I'm sorry, doctor, I had to blow up that trash can".
"It's New Year!"
There are, at present, so many things I'm NOT telling my apartment mate.
Nor am I telling my relatives, because I don't want the fuss.
Pills and nitroglycerine would make them worry.
And they would "lecture" at me.
She doesn't need to know about the Nitroglycerine in my backpack.
What's normally there is just pipes and tobacco.
It's a Hello Kitty backpack.
Dangerous.
Somehow, I suspect that my apartment mate, if absolutely necessary, would be able to lay her hands on mercury fulminate. She's very capable.
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