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Just a quick update...

Made it home safely, and relatively soundly. I spent most of the day with my ma, picked up a friend's truck to use for the week, visited my sis, stopped by Tammi's for supper, and then dropped in to Fritz's for a couple of beers. And that was pretty much the day. Hell, I only lasted about fifteen minutes at Fritz's... I was frickin' beat down. Getting up so damn early after not much sleep takes it out of ya.

Got home and was looking forward to sleeping in my own bed. After all, it's been awhile. But I've got to admit that deep down, I was kinda dreading the sleep, or rather, some of the "visitors" that may be looking forward to having me home.

When I first moved in to this place back in 2000, there was alot of activity, but after a while, it kind of settled down to just the footsteps walking through the room, and, occasionally, the music. The loud banging that was very frequent seemed to stop, and I hadn't had the nice icy hand placed upon me since that Christmas morn. Come Christmas time, things do pick up... and it was those thoughts that were running through my skull as I hopped into bed, so I turned on the bedside fan to drown out any noises.

When I turned out the light, the clock said five after eleven, and I must have dropped off into the sleep of the dead, because it was only a short time later that the loud pounding began. I was totally disoriented, and I looked around the room slowly. Twenty after eleven, the clock said. The banging got louder, more insistent. I looked towards the back of the house, and the kitchen was glowing in light. WTF???

I got up and staggered over to my weapons stache, only to remember that they are elsewhere. The banging stopped, and the light started to fade, when I heard a radio... a cop's radio. I ran to the back door to find one of Ogle county's finest peering into a window on the garage. I opened the door and stepped outside to find out what the hell was going on.

Turns out, my neighbours had noticed the pickup truck backed into my driveway, and called the cops just to check. They knew I was in Florida, and, as they told the cop, I "drive a little green car" and not a large truck. I explained that I had flown home for Christmas, and had borrowed a friend's truck to use while I was home... all cool.

The adrenaline rush kept me up for nearly an hour... plenty of time to reflect on life in a very small town.

I've really missed being here...

Posted by That 1 Guy at December 20, 2006 11:03 AM | TrackBack