Murder Most Foul
It must have been something I ate last night, or perhaps it was the peculiar weather - ponderous clouds, light autumn rain and just a hint of thunder.
Anyway, tortured dreams somehow stole me from my enthusiastic studies of Free Cash Flow to Equity (FCFE). I found myself in a dark and dismal pine forest where I had recently buried my good friend FLPG (no relation to the above) in a shallow grave. If that hadn't killed him, my subsequently setting the whole thing alight probably would have. In fact the whole affair would most likely have proven quite fatal had I not already murdered him sometime earlier with at least ten blows to the head with a blunt instrument before casting him down the stairs.
What interests me is that despite not remembering the motive for this brutal assault, I don't recall feeling much remorse. My primary concern was to conceal my guilt from the investigating detectives who arrived asking lots of tricky questions. I answered with great composure and feigned devastation, whilst trying not to look at a spot I had missed on my recently cleaned floor, all the while hoping that they didn't have one of those CSI-style ultraviolet blood detectors.
What relief to awake and realise that I was not wanted by the police! FLPG, once again I am sorry. You deserve better.
Anyway, tortured dreams somehow stole me from my enthusiastic studies of Free Cash Flow to Equity (FCFE). I found myself in a dark and dismal pine forest where I had recently buried my good friend FLPG (no relation to the above) in a shallow grave. If that hadn't killed him, my subsequently setting the whole thing alight probably would have. In fact the whole affair would most likely have proven quite fatal had I not already murdered him sometime earlier with at least ten blows to the head with a blunt instrument before casting him down the stairs.
What interests me is that despite not remembering the motive for this brutal assault, I don't recall feeling much remorse. My primary concern was to conceal my guilt from the investigating detectives who arrived asking lots of tricky questions. I answered with great composure and feigned devastation, whilst trying not to look at a spot I had missed on my recently cleaned floor, all the while hoping that they didn't have one of those CSI-style ultraviolet blood detectors.
What relief to awake and realise that I was not wanted by the police! FLPG, once again I am sorry. You deserve better.
posted by Thor Harley at 5:18 pm
2 Comments:
Ah, but aren't you lucky you don't live in St Mary Mead?
I think the soon to be released Basic Instinct 2 has brought this fantasy to light. You are in fact Catherine Tromal which makes the FLPG connection all the more strange!
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