What's more likely: that a bottle of liquor given to me as a gift by a crazy person was opened before giving it to me 1) for entirely innocent reasons befitting a kindhearted supereccentric, or 2) because he and the apparently right-winger anti-foreigner friends he claims to have want to kill me, and his kind demeanor (but not his madness) was all a ruse.
I'll have to go with Bill Ockham on this one, but I figured this'd serve as a light-hearted goodbye note. Just in case.
(This, being my second I-might-die-for-no-good-reason post in twelve weeks, shouldn't suggest in any way that I have a death wish. Only that I have a natural inability to make sound decisions when more interesting/romantic/mad decisions come to mind.)