i'll be waiting with a gun and a pack of sandwiches

on Valentine's Day i shall come up with 10 ways to kill my beloved.
i'm on to The Confidential Agent now and i think i can get into Greene's writing.
i'm always thinking about killing him
there were a few times when i actually came close to doing it.
those were sweeter days; when all i had to do was to tell him to jump
and he'd say "how high, Harm?"
for the time being, he is enraptured by someone else
and i am content with ocassional pleasures from different sources.
we're cool now.
he was right.
i was his Svengali.