Keith Alexander

John complains that the quartet of folks who live across the hallway from him are crack heads who watch when he leaves, then push a bent hanger under his door somehow opening the door. I don’t quite understand how he sees this happening. The longer he stays on the topic, however, the more wound up he gets.
“In prison, they’d all be dead.” He said. “One of these days I am going to get my pistol and Read more of this blog post »