A Dear Friend of mine phoned the other day, wanting to borrow a cup of Goex Triple Fine Gunpowder. He had tried buying it locally, but all that was available was synthetic gunpowder, which Just. Wouldn’t. Do.
Worried that he wants gunpowder? Nah … he likely wants it to lay down a trick. And by that I mean do some rootwork, not explode his boyfriend. And no comments from you dirty-minded monkeys up in the peanut gallery.
Worried that it can’t be synthetic? No, I totally get that the best symbol for gunpowder is real, true gunpowder.
Worried that we actually had a cup of Goex Triple Fine Gunpowder? Well …
If I used it for magical purposes, I would say no. But here’s the rub: for some inexplicable reason, my husband actually had some Goex lying around the house, stored for years against what? Imminent zombie attack? In case we buy a cannon? And since my husband does not now own, nor has he ever owned a cannon (or a zombie), I’m wondering just what he got up to with the Goex.
Unless, maybe he’s a closet rootworker? That would explain all those lines of dirt of the floor …