I hope you're underground Bruno! Get in that cellar and stay there till its over.
Are you fuckin' nuts! There's critters down there that scare me.
Quick aside: Did I ever mention about the time in Nashville two Hell's Angels dudes correctly decided to not pursue their threats toward me?
Another time, this dude in a restaurant in Carol Stream, IL, wanted to kick my ass, trying to get me go outside. I place both my hands on his table and calmly said, "Better yet, let's just do it right here!" He thought about it for a sec, then smiled. We became friends at that instance, of which I still communicate with him in Texas, always joking about that day.
BTW, does anybody have a clue as to what those scary critters are? Some have 100's of legs.
The sun just popped out. The worse is over for the time being. Time for another pot o' java.
