Going Home is supposed to be a great thing, a time of reunion and joy, a time of sadness at the loss of a family member or friend. It’s not supposed to start a war. But, when that happens there is nothing left to do except bring peace by whatever manner is necessary. So, I just naturally took it to them until they were all dead or running in fear. Ya wanna know what really makes life miserable, when ya run them off and they come back loaded for bear. And, I was the bear.