Ah, my old friend poly-beta-iso-nitroglycerine, affectionately known by
those close to her as pBANG.
When I recall those glorious days long ago when I was a young lad in
persuit of her, my first true love, I still fondly remember (and it
brings a faint smile to my face) the faint aromas of the nitric acid
residues that still lingered when we drew close. I recall her golden
color, a lemon-sunshine that brightened all my days. And sadly, lastly,
I still recall her temperment, her exciting temptation of showing her
true emotion, of how her thermodyanmics would build toward her
activation energy, and of how she would suddenly climax and release her
intense waves of Gibbs energy.
We realized it would never last, and so we parted ways. She with her
hazardous materials labels defiantly displayed, me without my left arm
and right hand but with equally defiant scars on my face, chest, and
abdomen. Every so often I still wonder about her, where she might be,
who she might by tempting. Mostly, I hope that she is happy. SNIFF,
SNIFF.
John