They want back in. Thought they would be gone. Heard they were gone. Heard they had it rough but now they're back. Sued my wife for nearly $17K. Why ask for less? Why not name me in the suit? Ask high, settle low? One thing you can always agree on, is they're good. Very good at this. Now they're back in my head. Felt so good to have them out of my head. They're not such fun guests.
Never did take the bait. Kept my cool. Didn't react. Got plenty torqued, but never got twisted. Man how they worked it. Have a pretty good defamation case for them. And I think the libel is fairly clear. I even own one of the signs she made and put in the window. Police reports. Eh. The police. They came a few times. But they were dealing with professionals. There was nothing the police could do. Why get involved? If only she had not been wearing a seatbelt when she painted her signs.
Going to court with them will not be fun. The worst part is having them visit my head for the next month or so while wait for the court date. Very bad guests. Don't help with the rent, wreck the building, shoot holes in the concrete, sell off the appliances. Real fun roomates. But I hear them knocking. Tap Tap Tap. Won't go away. But my inner dog is rousing. He's a Doberman, by the way. Very old dog. Found him on the beach on Oahu around 34 years ago. Some punks called him out.
They were lazy local blalahs. One punk, not much spunk. Two punks, almost a gang. Pairs seem to give each other courage. But Dobie was already in a bad mood. Hungry. Had a bad foot. Kind of pissed about that bad foot. It was infected, hard to walk on.
The blalahs wanted to make the haole run. But haole boy couldn't run. So he just turned around and said: Careful, my dog is mean.
One said: What dog?
I said, he'll be here any minute.
The other said: What, are you crazy?
I said, no but you are if you want to mess with my dog. He bites.
Then one came up to me. I knew he was going to push me.
But my dog stopped him before he could.
