When Nathan Radlich's house was burgled, thieves left his TV,
his VCR, and even left his watch. What they did take was
"generic white cardboard box filled with greyish-white powder."
(That at least is the way the
police described it.) A spokesman for the Fort Lauderdale police
said, "that it looked similar to cocaine and they'd probably
thought they'd hit the big time."
Then Nathan stood in front of the TV cameras and pleaded with
the burglars: "Please return the cremated remains of my sister,
Gertrude. She died three years ago."
Well, the next morning, the bullet-riddled corpse of a drug
dealer known as Hoochie Pevens was found on Nathan's doorstep.
The cardboard box was there too; about half of Gertrude's ashes
remained.
And there was this note. It said: "Hoochie sold us the bogus
blow, so we wasted Hoochie. Sorry we snorted your sister.
No hard feelings. Have a nice day."
Note from Editor:
When I think I've heard it all, seen it all, and read it all,
I'm really fooling myself.
