Did another food/beer run to Walmart tonight.  Midnight+30.  Took my time.  Left the store and strolled into the dimly lit parking lot, looking, searching,  hunting for the scumbag sitting in his shitbox car, stalking me.  Yes!  Put me in fear for my life!  Put me in fear, regardless of how momentary, of death or great bodily harm!

I will fuck you up.

Nobody showed.  No little redneck bitches scuttling away in the darkness among the parked cars, no little cunts lurking this nasty, crazy old man.  No amateurs. Not tonight.

Because you read this, and you are craven cowards.

I am committed.

Are you?