Dear Shame,

I'm so sorry to disappoint you. Truly, I am. I assure you that when YOU die I shall toast your memory with the best whisky I can get, and then I shall pour it onto your grave. Of course, I'll run it through my kidneys first.

Shame, did I mention my new pistol? It's a Sig Sauer .40 calibre, holding 15 rounds in the magazine and one in the chamber. Of course, I don't use jacketed ammunition, so the hole is about four-tenths of an inch going in and about an inch or more across going out. Terrific tissue damage, as you would expect. I used it to win the Stafford Cup from the New Northwest Practical Pistol Shooting Association -- 30 rounds at ranges from 5 to 150 meters, and I scored a "possible", hitting dead in the centre of the "kill zone" on every target. I also did the knifework and unarmed combat portions of the competition and tied for first in both. Not bad for an old geezer, eh?

Drop around and visit sometime.

Your pal,
Rapaire