People Are Strange When You're A Stranger

[mattymills]

So the other day I was sitting at the kitchen table and I hear a large clang. I figured something fell off the grill, then I see a large spiderweb type of crack on the glass door in the back. I know right away the house has been hit with something. I grab a butcher knife and run outside and find a Titlis 4 golfball on the carpet in front of my house. Whoever the culprit was had already ran away. I think I know who it was, and I'm going to skin them alive.

So I go out get drunk have some fun at Ericks, come home the that night, get busted the next day, grounded last night, and now I'm about to mow the lawn, then maybe go out.

Alright I will update on related events at a later date.