IT WAS IN THE FIRST PART OF THE SUMMER OF 75 , IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY...MOM AND I WERE IN BED WAITING FOR SANTA...( IT WAS A WAY OF LEARNING PATIENCE )...AND SUDDENLY A LIGHT WENT ON IN THE KITCHEN...MOM YELLED AND I GOT MY HUNTING KNIFE AND GOT DOWN ON ALL FOURS AND BEGAN TRACKING .
EVENTUALLY I MADE MY WAY THROUGH THE STACKS OF PORN INTO MY BROTHER'S BEDROOM...I SAID..."STEVE , SOME FUCKER BROKE INTO THE HOUSE AND HE MIGHT BE STILL HERE"...HE JUST SMILED AND SAID..."GOOD"...AND LIFTED UP THE PILLOW TO REVEAL A RATHER LARGE PISTAL HE WAS SLEEPING UPON .
WE NEVER CAUGHT THE FUCKER...BUT IF WE HAD...STEVE WOULD HAVE ADDED ANOTHER HEAD ON THE WALL TO PUT NEXT TO ALL UNTIMELY DEMISED UNGULATES .
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