Charlie rang the doorbell of a townhouse in a modest neighborhood. Hank answered the door. Hank was a couple of years younger than Charlie, but significantly bigger.
“Yeah?”
“Hank Strakowski?” asked Charlie.
“What do you want?”
“If you're the Hank Strakowski who's the bouncer at the Getting Lucky strip club, I've got a business proposition for you. But only if you're interested in making some serious money. Are you interested in making money, Mr. Strakowski?”
“How much money are we talking about?”
“Do you think we could talk inside?”
Hank hesitated for a moment. “Yeah, sure.”
Hank moved aside to let Charlie in, and Charlie entered the townhouse. Hank closed the door behind Charlie, then turned to face him. Charlie looked around the living room, then faced Hank.
Hank said, “So how much money are we talking about?”
“This is a pretty delicate matter. Is there anyone else here?”
“Just you and me.”
“Good. I’m talking about a lot of money. More than you’re making now in a year, probably. Exactly how much depends on a couple of things. Let me ask you a few questions. Do you ever have to hit anyone when you're working at the strip club?”
“Yeah. From time to time. It's my favorite part of the job.”
“How would you feel about roughing someone up outside of your job?”
“That depends on the money.”
“And what if I wanted to hire you to make someone disappear? Do you think you could handle that?”
Hank looked warily at Charlie. “Are you a cop? If you're a cop you have to tell me, or else it's entrapment.”
“I'm not a cop, and I don't work for the cops. The owner of the club suggested you might be able to help me.”
“Yeah? What's the owner's name?”
“Stan Subatini.” Charlie had done his research. “Stan and I go way back. So if the money was right, do you think you could make someone disappear?”
“How much money are we talking about?”
“$100,000.”
“That's a lot of money.”
“It is to you and me. Here's the person I want to disappear.”
Charlie pulled the photo of his wife out of his pocket, then handed the photo to Hank. Hank’s face betrayed his surprise.
“Do you know her?” Charlie asked.
“Yeah.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. She's a piece of tail I hit occasionally.”
“Did you know she was married?”
“She mentioned it once. Some clueless sap in the army.”
“So you know her. Does that mean you don't want the job?”
“Show me the money.”
“So you'd just as soon kill her as screw her?”
Hank handed the photo back to Charlie, who took it.
“I can get pussy anywhere,” said Hank. “Money is a lot harder to come by. So how come you want her dead?”
“I'm her clueless husband.”
“And you're going to pay me to kill your wife?”
“No, not really. I just wanted to hear what you'd say.”
Hank paused, then laughed. “Don't tell me you're the jealous husband coming here to –”
Charlie chopped Hank in the throat with the side of his hand, stopping Hank in mid-sentence. Charlie then kicked the side of Hank's knee, causing Hank to fall to the floor. Charlie followed that by kicking Hank in the head, knocking him out.
“– seek revenge?” said Charlie, finishing Hank’s sentence. “That's right, Hank. That's exactly what I am.”
Charlie rolled Hank face down on the floor. He pulled Hank's arms behind his back and zip-tied Hank's wrists together, then zip-tied his ankles. Next he zip-tied Hank's ankles and wrists together behind Hank’s back. Charlie closed all of the curtains. He pulled out his knife, sat on the edge of a chair, and checked his watch. He sat back in the seat to wait for Hank to wake up.
Hank opened his eyes and blinked a few times. Realizing he was tied up, he struggled to free himself. He had spent a lot of time working on his muscles, but they weren’t strong enough to break the zip ties. He looked around and spotted Charlie sitting back in a chair, tapping a knife on his knee.
“When I get out of this, I'm going to break every bone in your body!”
“That doesn't give me much incentive to let you live, now does it?”
Hank struggled again, but still couldn’t get out.
“At this point Hank, I don't think there's anything you can say that will make me think you deserve to live.”
“You're not going to get away with this!”
“Why not? You thought you could get away with killing my wife. Why is it so hard to believe that I can get away with killing you?”
Hank struggled once more with his bonds, but he was still held tight. “Help! Hel-”
Charlie stood up quickly and kicked Hank in the head a couple of times, silencing him. Charlie looked down at Hank, shook his head, then stomped on Hank's neck, breaking it.
Charlie looked between the curtains of the front window to see if there was
anyone who might have heard Hank screaming. There were some parked cars visible, but he saw no one nearby. He let the curtain fall back into place.
Charlie looked around the townhouse. On the bottom floor there was only a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom. There were two bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs. One of them had been converted into a weight room. There was no good place to hide the body downstairs, so Charlie had to drag Hank up the stairs to the bedroom. If a closet was good enough for Ralph’s body, it was good enough for Hank’s.
The bedroom was messy, with clothes scattered on the floor, and the bed unmade. The closet was open. Charlie pulled the mess of clothes from the floor of the closet. He put Hank's body into the closet, then covered Hank's body with the clothes he'd taken out of the closet. Hank's shoes still weren't covered, so Charlie took a few items off of the hangars and dropped the clothes onto Hank's feet. Charlie stepped back and looked at his work, then closed the closet door partway. It wasn’t likely that anyone would dig through those clothes until the body started to stink, and by then Charlie would have been in another country for a day or two.
Charlie took out his cell phone and made a call.
“Hey Carol, it's me. What time will you be home tonight?...No, that's not acceptable to me. You've spent enough time at work. I want you home by 5:30 or you can find yourself another husband.”
Charlie hung up the phone without waiting for a response. He looked around the room again, then left.
Dr. Drew interviewed Scott Adams recently, and Scott Adams mentioned the absurdity that Republicans went to overthrow the government on Jan 6, but they neglected to bring their guns. On the first or second anniversary of the event, that alleged oversight made the narrative appear absurd to me, so I made a "video" that was supposed to be audio from January 6, captured on a video camera from which the lens cap had not been removed. I'm posting it again just because.
While I was waiting on hold to talk with a human at the IRS, I decided to put some food out for the dogs. I set the full bag of dog food on a chair, and walked away to get the bowls. When I turned around I saw the bag slowly tipping over, spilling much of its contents onto the floor. Fortunately I had help cleaning it up.
The main task for today is to begin revising McGuffey's Fourth Eclectic Reader. It may take a couple of weeks, possibly more. I still have to work at Publix, and next week I start a new job in the memory care unit of a rehab/nursing home facility, and I'll also be working at Publix at least one night.
After that I'll take a look at the double-slit experiment, and see if there is an interpretation that is consistent with my theory of wave physics.
Also, I came across the attached meme, which I had created two or three years (or so) ago. I thought I'd include it because I still like it.
I recently proposed a theory of matter and energy called Wave Physics. In this theory, the only things in the universe are energy and the universal membrane, which is the medium through which all energy is transfered and stored.
Tonight I realized that according to this theory, everyone and everything in the universe are connected to each other at all times. Things that would be impossible according to the standard model of particle physics, are very possible in the universe of wave physics. Psychic transmissions and the power of prayer are physically possible and make sense if the universe works in any way like the theory I proposed.
If you've ever heard the phone ring and felt sure who it was before answering it, and were proven correct, this makes sense in wave physics, but not with particle physics. If you've ever looked intently at someone, and had that person quickly turn and look directly at you (I have), that phenomenon makes sense if all of us are parts of the same vast, ...
I was only scheduled to work three days this week, so I decided to work on a theory I'd been playing around with for fun over the last few years. I'd never been a big fan of the standard model of particle physics, so a few years ago, just for fun, I thought about exploring some alternate ideas, with zero training and zero experiments.
This week I wrapped up a few loose ends, and posted it to a community I created called Wave Physics. Originally I had called it Alternative Physics, but I changed my mind, so the link still has alternativephysics in it, but the community name is Wave Physics. I'd love for people to pay $5.00 a month to tell me how wrong I am.
https://alternativephysics.locals.com/
I also posted it on my personal website:
