I’ve been living alone in a house the past couple of days. Both of my roomates decided it’d be a good time for a vacation. I managed to feed the dog, lock the doors, teach the dog ‘paw’, and keep the lights off. So when I was sitting at my computer last night and heard two doorbell rings at 1:30 in the morning, I was a little nervous. I get up from my computer, open my big airplane tool box and grab the biggest screw driver I own. I then proceed to take that screw driver, and shove it down the back of my pants.
Stumbling around the house, I finally make it to the door. With the dog going nuts, I put my foot in front of the door (in case it was open) and look through the heyhole. It was dark. So, I manage to spit out, “Who the fuck is it?” Somehow, I thought that if I used the F word, it would intimidate a potential murderer enough to pick another house. It turned out to be one of my roomates.
All this stupidity was spurred by the fact the other night they had a ton of helicopters and dogs around looking for a fugitive just around the corner. I mean, they found him… but … he did manage to escape right?
Joshua Ziering