isetfires

whilst lying on my couch last night i stared at the front door and imagined what someone trying to break into my house would be like and what i would confront them with upon entering my domain. my eyes went immediately to the vintage meat cleaver hanging on the wall (given to me by the 1 and only toiletooth) , this would be my primary weapon. next and hanging very near the cleaver was the meathook father had given me. this would go in my off hand. i figure within about 6 seconds i could have both of these tools ready and swinging from my prone position on the couch. hook you, pull you close, thwap you in the head with an 8lb cleaver, in just under half a minute of entering my domicile uninvited.

these scenarios run through my head all day long where ever i go at anytime. they are part of me.
this is who i am.