Hell of a way to celebrate the new year. Things are runnin through the snow that aint Reindeer. Santa left out a few days back. It sure ain't carolers comin to sing me a song. That was last week. Told em to "shut the fuck up". Then I slammed the door. I was tryin to lay low. People messin around in my business is somethin I hate more then anything. Sniffin around lookin at my stuff. It's why I'm grippin my handle right now. Tightly yet gently. Can't have the trigger go blow too soon. Wait till they get in close. Waitin just waitin. They'll come. I can hear 'em. I can feel em. Dirty bastards. Rockin back and forth. Caressin that trigger. Wait...just wait.