This is one of my very best stories because it makes me "feel" stronger . . . bill collectors were hounding me, one bastardy fool pissed me off way past righteousness. He was berating me, causing me to go to my knees in tears, telling me what a horrible useless woman I was . . . I asked him to stop, told him I couldn’t handle it and he kept going on and on like the energizer bunny. SO . . . I walked to the cabinet, picked up my gun, walked outside, fired it into the ground and dropped the phone onto the deck. Seconds later, when I picked it back up, I hissed at him, “Snake.” I know I scared the air out of him, I meant to, and I laughed at him, not with him, as I explained where I live . . . I still laugh every time I think about that . . . that was fun.
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