Anon opened his front door yesterday at daybreak, to be greeted by an individual crossing the street toward anon’s house. He was tall, dressed in all-black, wearing gloves, a hoody, and a hockey mask.

Anon reached for anon’s pistol, but only came up with a full cup of coffee. Lesson learned.

He kinda challenged anon the way he looked at anon. Anon doesn’t play. Anon is Vet and was about to break out anon’s 12 ga. He wisely kept walking. Best never be seen by anon again.