Easter
At 10 PM last night a man with sloppy tear drop tattoos came to our door. He was in his 40s, sporting an odd sort of Mohawk, wearing a baggy sweater, baggy pants, and black and red sneakers. He told me a policeman had taken his dog and his backpack away and that he was also from Tennessee.
While already an imposing figure, he proceeded to brazenly ask if he could take a shower and have a drink with us. I kept the door pretty much closed and bear in mind that the porch light was off until I came to the door, so I'm not sure what made this guy think our house is welcoming. I told him no and he proceeded to tell me in an odd sort of way that I will go to hell for my inhospitable behavior. I told him I don't believe the bible or any religion and slammed the door. I then, out of terror of him returning, called the police. Happy Easter, y'all...