this morning #1495.
this morning, i’d woken up wondering if i needed to be concerned about my neighbor returning to finish the job. dude seems like a loose cannon. naive too. i can’t believe that i’d managed to talk him out of shooting the three of us after we’d broken in & found all his nazi stuff. it’s not like i’m scared of him. i can take care of myself. i’ve got a gun of my own. locked. loaded. it didn’t seem like he even knew how to use his. still, if he happens to catch me off-guard, it won’t matter that he has subpar firearm skills. i made my way around the house. locked each & every door. just in case. when i head to bed tonight, i’ll arm the alarm. just in case. no way am i going to let that nutjob be the one who determines my fate.