[WT Sharpe]

The very mention of the word jalapeños makes my mouth water like one of Pavlov's dogs to a dinner bell. And it never give me heartburn. Bread does, but not hot peppers, not even that stuff named Death I found at a Four Flags tourist stop, and I've met few people who would dare touch a toothpick to their tongue a second time after the end of that toothpick was dipped in Death. It came in a bottle with a small chain around the bottle's neck to which was attached a miniature plastic skull. An apprentice and I were the only folks at the shop who would put it on chips and eat it, but I must confess, it was mostly a macho thing, although it had a nice taste.

Once after one such session I made the mistake of using the urinal without first washing my hands. I'll never make that mistake again!