Several beers and several cigars into a Stalker Weekend in this shithole little Florida town.  I guess the guy in the Charger got the message: I know where your fucking head is behind that blacked out passenger side window, scumbag. So, when I walked my dog tonight, no Charger.  Because I hunt these slimy bastards like whitetail on opening day.  Just another nappy head on the wall to me...  I am hunting you...

Come on down, motherfuckers.  Come on down and see what's behind Door Number Three...

Enough.