Monday, February 20, 2012

Big Brown ain't sneaking up on me

Sitting here this fine evening, I hear Charlie go fucking apeshit out in the backyard where he'd been quietly sunning himself all day. He's in the back but he's raising hell at something out front. When I looked out the window, the UPS truck came idling by, stopping about 3 houses down.
"Calm down, motherfucker. He ain't coming here."
Hey, as long as the feds show up in UPS vans, I'll have plenty of warning.

But that might show how much shit I buy online. He knows the UPS truck by sound, a half block away.