Birds sing outside my window. The freeway roars constant and just a little louder like it should in the morning. Hammers knock on construction just across the street. The day has just begun.
And all I can think about is what it would be like if someone tried to force their way into the house, ripping through the screen, tearing the door off its hinges, splintering it with horrible blows, cursing, sweating, raving stark mad with the most wild eyes, me retreating to the back room, loading the 44, calling 911, and then putting a huge burning slug in his shoulder, where he would fall wheezing and lay on the tile floor bleeding and screaming hysterical death threats until the police and the paramedics arrived.
