the after math begins...

now, I'm just pissed. silently plotting and getting ready for the hunt. I'm beyond angry now. the anger has seemingly sharpened my vision as to what needs to be done. I'm fully aware that this isn't the best option, but neither is doing nothing. if someone else was in my shoes there would be a different response. a different outcome. but where i live and what happens on our ridge is isn't like what happens in the rest of the country... well state anyway...there are folks like me who would respond in this same manner else where... I'm not that special, shit...
I'm up at night about it. even when i do sleep I'm not getting that restful, peaceful REM style recovery. I'm livid and my blood is boiling...
fuck you for telling me its something else. don't you see what you've done you ignorant little prick. you think your a fucking bad ass cause you carry a fucking fire arm around in your truck when you are on your property now... meh. guns scare me about as much as vicious dogs do... and we will see about that shit too. test me big guy...
test me and you will not be happy with the answers i give... i may not be right, but I'm not wrong either... and you will never even know whats happened, not even think it was me. your restitution will indeed be paid in full...
fuck you, you think your friendship is worth two fucking cents in my register? i've blown off best friends I've had for years and you think cause we have a few yucks around a campfire that i give a rats ass...
burn baby, burn....

*walks away smiling*