5:45 PM
I love this tranq gun. I feel like a big game hunter (people, not animals Kevin) and I like it. The rage gets all the up close work, I need something. Anyway, the current couch that Hotel was staining with his oozing dickness was located in a townhouse at the back of the complex. Hotel came home after a night out hopefully not spreading his seed and as he stepped out of his car, I nailed him right in the ass cheek and he went down with a look of complete shock. I might have added a little more power to the gun than was necessary, I wanted to make sure the dart stuck. It stuck alright, right into the bone. I feel bad for poor Hotel….. I’m over it now, back to work.
I am sure you know where this is going but hey, that’s why you keep reading isn’t it. We had a nice little place all picked our so the rage could get his Robin Hood on. I knew I shouldn’t have started the show Arrow on Netflix. We were in a little stand of trees surrounded by fields for as far as the eye could see all around us. We would not be disturbed. So, since we established that we are only 1 person, it took some doing and some block and tackle equipment but in the end we were able to hoist Hotel up off the ground with each of his arms and legs stretched out tight. A target needs to be still.
Of course you know right where the rage went. I could not have been more proud, I felt like a father watching his son score the winning touchdown to take the state championship. Instead, with his first arrow the rage took out Hotel’s “junk” and when we get back, we will send it to HIS mother. Turnabout is fair play. I am glad I got that new bow string because that sucker was singing like a violin playing Beethoven by the time both the rage and Hotel were done. Don’t ask which concerto, I like Rock and Roll, it was a metaphor. After we cut Hotel down…and up, we had a nice fire and the rage got to have a couple of s’mores. It was a nice team building outing for us.
I actually had an idea on where I was headed next for once and then fate intervened. I stopped at a rest stop and was having my lunch at one of the picnic tables and was just watching the people around, it was a very pleasant day. I became aware of a man on the periphery studying people with a little more than passing interest, paying special attention to young adolescent girls. One predator can spot another and I have no doubt in my mind what this ass zit was up to. Time to go hunting.