Im Mad!

[silver_pilate]

Hehe....

My neighbor's car got broken into a few nights ago. It was parked right next to the stang and I had to pick black Explorer glass off the back of my car.

I thought about it after that. What if I woke up and saw someone jacking my car. I don't have my guns up here (appartment)...they're still at the house. I've got several knives I could take after 'em with, but then you have to get close and get all bloody. You never know what dizeases people are carrying these days.


Then I remembered. Tucked away in a corner of my closet. 200 some-odd grams of seasoned and flame cured wood. A token of my childhood that I've had since I was 10 years old.

A perfect tool for deterring theft. You don't have to get close enough to get sprayed with blood, but you can still take out a knee, shatter an elbow, and bash a skull all with the satisfying "thunk" of timber on flesh/bone/sinew.

Security is mine. I travelled the distance from my house to Amarillo in no time. My mind was free. My heart was glad. For beside me, there on the apolstered cushion of the passenger seat, gleaming in all its glory, stood my friend. My protector. My companion. And my personal ***beater.

Luis. Slugger.

--nathan