Well Juliet, I'm going to die tonight lying right beside you. Let me think of what I can use. How dare I to think such thoughts even though I'm a desperate man! I do remember that I once met a apothecary.
I remember that he wears worn-out clothes and has bushy eyebrows. He makes drugs from herbs. He looks poor and miserable.
He had a turtle shell hanging up in his shop as well as a stuffed alligator and many weird fish. There were some empty boxes and crushed petals on the shelves.
Noticing that he was poor, I said to myself, 'If someone was to have some poison right now to kill himself, it would be himself.'
But this idea came to me before I became a desperate man. This same man will sell me the poison.
As I remember, this should be the house. Since today is a holiday, the shop is shut. Hey! Apothecary!