Words of Wisdom by Albert Burneko
You ever been to a hot-sauce specialty shop? These are dimly lit little retail closets, typically in beachside vacation towns and the like, where you stare at shelves upon shelves of little hot-sauce bottles and have a chuckle at the menacingly hyperbolic product names and label imagery used to indicate the extreme pungency of the liquids contained therein. Nuclear Hell, with a sticker depicting a mushroom cloud rising above a splintering Old West-style outhouse; Satan’s Blood, in a sinister-looking olde-tymey stoppered glass decanter-style bottle, with a leering red-skinned devil on the attached label booklet. You get the idea.
