I told a friend once about me experimenting with the LS-NCB with extreme results, his response was: "has someone died?" I just laughed and said no...
So I told you about the crazy Chelseanacht I had, but there is a little anecdote about it that happened some days later, which I have yet to mention.
When Vicgeorgia were home and we were all sitting together talking about all the craziness that has happened, we had tried to figure out why the fuck did the cops came for the first place? They had nothing on Vicgeorgia, the warrant was invalid, the entire process was fucked up, they had released them with absolutely nothing, so what the fuck?
We came to a logical conclusion that what had probably happened is that a neighbour saw them, weird looking fellas with a hippie style and tattoos, saw that many people aare coming and going from their place, smelled the smoke from their apartment, and decided to call the cops because "drug dealers has moved into our lovely neighbourhood!"
So Vicgeorgia got mad, started yelling and shouting, swearing and cursing the neighbours, wishing them suffering and death, and I got mad as well! It's my best friends, my bro and sis that got attacked! What the hell?? So I decided, out of rage, to do a thingy...
I sat down while they were cursing and started painting my version of the LS-NCB (LS Nuclear Chaos Bomb), charging it with all the fuss, all the rage and anger, and on the other side of the page I wrote an old traditional sentence from the jewish prayers, saying something like "Snitches and informers shall have no hope".
I left the note on the building's notice board and left, and didn't even tell my dear friends about it.
Ooopsy.... 😅😅😅
