A Superbowl

Salome had me sat
down in front of a
television last night.

It was... I wish to call
it boring, but Salome called
it "culture."

Something about "The Superbowl."
Where grown men throw
themselves at each other
to get possession of a
brown thing in order to
bring it to their opposing side.

I do not understand why
Salome wished me to understand.
But apparently the Giants won.
I could tell that because she started
shouting about how "the patriots fuckin' suck ass."

I understood none of it but she
seemed to be enjoying herself.

Also we had pizza, 
and it had these chilies on.
I think I really like spicy food

We also drank beer.

Beer is strange, 
I am not sure why people drink it.

It was a welcome break
from stalking our mark.

I cannot say much else
about our work right now.
Just that it is different to what
we normally do with kills.

Salome is keeping secrets again.