What Is It?:
A cache of sand stored in one’s pockets for the purpose of throwing in an attackers eyes.
Who’s Used It?:
Why Am I Not Cool Enough To Carry It?:
Because throwing sand in peoples eyes is an act reserved for only the most weasly and underhanded motherfuckers in all of existence.
It’s one thing to be an opportunist, to be that asshole that chucks a wad of sand in the heat of the moment.
That shit’s been goin’ on since the beginning of time.
Hell, I’m willing to bet fuckin’ amoeba’s n’shit were chuckin’ particles of primordial soup at each others membranes back in the day.
How else would the world know who the bad guys were?
The point is, chucking sand in people’s eyes is an inherently despicable, yet practical act; but if and when it’s utilized as a preemptive means of defense, it becomes something far more diabolical than most ordinary humans are capable of.
In order to be that guy that pockets a wad of sand every morning, you’d have to have a thought process somewhere along the lines of:
“Oh shit, my Spider-Sense is tingling. I should probably bring some sand with me today…”
I’m sorry, but unless you’ve got Batman kicking down your door with any sort of regularity, chances are you’re not anywhere near cool enough to carry tactical pocket sand.
I understand that some people think it perfectly reasonable to carry pepper spray, stun guns, or even knives everywhere they go; (I don’t) but it takes a certain kind of crazy (not at all like a fox) to say to yourself:
“Whoops! Silly me, I almost forgot to stuff kitty litter in my pockets before I left for work!”
I’m sorry, but chances are the kind of people that would consider carrying sand in their pockets a sensible, and totally necessary method of self-defense, are the kind of people that have gone out of their way to make the sort of enemies that would require said extreme measures to be dealt with.
That is to say, unless you’re a paranoid fuckin’ gun nut like Dale Gribble, or one seriously slimy-ass motherfucker like Lex Luthor’s douchebag second cousin or some shit; then chances are you haven’t earned the right to carry pocket sand in, uh, your pockets.