My first hours of 2008 were spent alone at my house, hoping the drunk, possibly drug fueled shirtless man would not break through the dead bolt or sliding glass door. I called 911 as he literally shook the foundations of the house trying his hardest to get in. The next morning, I found bloodstains on the front door and the "Beware of Ninja Cats" sign crumpled up on our front lawn.
Hopefully I'll have a better start to 2009.
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