It's a beautiful day here in the Brier Patch. My front door is wide open...my back door is wide open...my puppy is all about me...my woman is happy...my garden is rocking....I've got a good job...life is good.

College aged young man, out of nowhere, approaches my front door.

I'm on the phone, and I tell him I don't have time. I mean...he could clearly see that I had the phone to my ear. I was talking on the fucking phone for goodness sake. It was business.

He said, "People like you are what is wrong with our country"

I said. "Excuse me?"

He said, "Fuck you", and began to walk away.

I said, "What did you say?"

He said, I'll be back"

I said, "That would be a bad idea"

Ladies and Gentleman, Friends and Neighbors, there are some whacked out people out there. Maybe he took offense with the American Flag I fly. I have no idea, but I can tell you for certain...if him and /or his buddies return...I'll put my puppy on 'em.

Crazy...this must be pick on me week...first the Termite Inspectors, and now some whacked out lefty college student.

Anyway, it got me to thinking...which gun would I use. Which caliber? Handgun or Shotgun or Rifle? How much time would I have to decide?

Or, do I use a blade? Or do I use my hands and feet?

Food for thought.