I woke up one morning late last week and went out to my garage only to be greeted by a dripping red message written on my car.
OMG WHAT THE !?!? IS THAT BLOOD? DID I PISS SOMEONE OFF? AM I ALONE RIGHT NOW? QUICK! START SPINNING AROUND AND FLAILING FOR A WEAPON.
As I was about to fend off my probable attacker, I refocused on the entire picture of terror:
Later that day Scott asked: Did you get my note on your car?
Me: Yes, but I’ve watched enough Law And Order and American Horror Story to mostly think I was about to be murdered.