Thursday 3 April 2014

Right Tool, Right Job



Some jobs, you need a sledgehammer. You need loud, dramatic, violent. Sometimes someone’s gotta be taken out in as bloody and as impressive a way possible, to serve as a warning and a threat.

And some jobs need a scalpel. Sometimes someone needs to be removed quietly, with no fuss, no trail, just a case of here today, gone tomorrow, and with no possible connection to be drawn back to the one footing the bill.

But as I stare at the sledgehammer and the scalpel’s dead bodies, I know that you need a fire to destroy them both.

They burned.

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