2:15 pm
Every single day for the last 5 years, 3 months, 1 week and 2 days, I woke up asking that I run across the son of a bitch who killed my wife. That day came. Not only did I find her killer, I found out it was someone who I trusted from my past and that they were actually trying to kill me, not her. She just had the bad luck to be with me at the time. To say Tango will not enjoy his stay at the Chateau is the very definition of understatement. I came across him almost 2 days ago and to keep the Rage from ripping him limb from limb and beating him to death with them right there, I had to promise some Snatchchat type moments would be in his future. He relented, made a nice barbed wire Snuggy for Tango and tucked him away at the Chateau so he could plan the photo array. It’s possible there were a few rats roaming around his room. My housekeeping staff at the Chateau leaves a lot to be desired. We thought there was nothing a pig wouldn’t eat, must be related to the rat family then….
The Rage thought it would be nice to get Tango ready for his photos so he wanted to pierce his ears. I didn’t realize until it was too late that he meant piercing internally. He drove an ice pick, very slowly, through each ear drum. I am guessing from Tango’s response that it might have stung somewhat. It didn’t seem to improve when I added alcohol, but I was worried about infection. You just can’t be too careful and with all those rat bites, I am guessing he might get one anyway.
Today is day 1. This fucker owes me another 1,924 days that I have lived mourning my wife and child…