Serial Killer Update

As I parked today, he drove into the parking space in front and to the left of my car. He stopped but made so signs of getting out, as though he were waiting for something. So I jumped out, grabbed my bag from the back seat, locked/closed the doors and hurried off.

In all, I probably took 20 seconds of his time. But what if he's so meticulous and anally retentive that 20 seconds destroys his day? If that's the case, I'm going to end up being referred to as, "The Gimp," and kept in a leather bondage suit in a box beneath the stairs. I don't want to live on people parts! I am not an animal!!!

If you, my faithful reader (I know I'm going out on a limb by assuming I have a faithful reader, but I got nothing to lose), do not hear from me again. Know that I love you and will think of you often as I stand watch while he makes a drag suit out of lady parts. Tell my fiance that I love her.

Rev. Joshua