brimz
Bluelighter
A girl I knew in my early twenties got given a knife to stash. She brought it over to my mate's place. Not sure whether it had actually been used to kill somebody, but it became known as The Murder Knife.
Anyway, we'd scrape at the polm with the Murder Knife and get a nice big pile of fine powder ready for when we came back from a night out. Then one day it got taken off me when I was absent-mindedly running the blade along my face. I think people were convinced I was about to cut my own face off.
I don't know whether I miss the polm or the Murder Knife more.
You can always get more polm but theirs not many murder knives doing the rounds.