I’m going to calm down by blogging. Tuesday night is trash night on my street. Last tuesday someone upended my trashcan and sorted it all over the street. I spent a long time picking up my trash by hand to set it all out on the curb again this week. Right now (about 12:45am) I was getting ready to go to sleep — t-shirt, panties, and I heard someone in my trashcan outside. I don’t know what I was thinking. I jumped out of bed, pulled on my jeans, put my hair up quick, pulled on my boots — and ran out the door, grabbing the 4′ long black leather single-tail whip by my bedroom door. I just confronted them. I scared the shit out of them. No one was hurt, but it was loud.
Holy shit, I can’t believe I did that.
Now I guess the whip is more than decorative.
