I just looked over my postings for the day (so far) and said 'Dayum, if you aren't one eclectic motherfucker'.
I never know what I'm gonna write, or post. I have no idea if my blog has a theme, or not. Do I?
Sometimes I write shit that makes me wince.
Man, I just heard a blood-curdling scream a couple of minutes ago, from downstairs, that had Muslim Headhunter written all over it. I found myself downstairs with a cocked .45 in one hand, and two 25 round stick mags in the other. Interesting, the weapon of choice my reflexes chose, out of all the ones I have available.
If I had of been thinking, I would have probably grabbed my AK and the mag bag, or my 10mm and a spare mag I keep beside it.
Oh well, it was just Nat being an asshole to Johnny. I stashed the gun before they saw it, issued thwaps, and peace reigns.
See? I never know what's coming next.