The victim was slumped across the threshold of the red, two-story house on East Republican Street where the Clementes have lived for 26 years. He wore a black T-shirt, a pacifier around his neck and what Clemente described as "sci-fi gloves," referring to the light-tipped gloves some ravers wear.
No drugs? Why the pacifier? Can you say: ecstacy?
I knew you could.
The agendits are busy sanitizing this for your protection so they can blame the firearms involved instead of the drug culture. Go figure.
As W.C. FIelds used to say, "Don't let 'em bamboozle you kid!"
I can only hope that when I die I don't have a damn pacifier dangling from my neck.