okay so,I got a call in the middle of the night by this guy who called me by name and told me he's coming over to my house for the money I owed him. I was all like "what the fuck,man?!" and he said he would come around three in the fucking morning and so I stayed up till then with my gun in my hand. At three thirty someone knocked at my door really loud and when i looked through the curtain there was this dude in a black hoodie and i was like "AW FUCK!"SO I opened the door and put the gun to his head and yelled "I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE OR WHY YOU'RE HERE BUT I DON'T OWE YOU ANYTHING"...then the guy took off his hood and it turned out it was my boyfriend. After he got done spazzing out I explained to him what happened and he assured me he didn't call.He also wanted to know when and how I got a gun -_-" and I told him i knew a guy and he was like "You know being bad ass doesn't mean hiding a gun in your mattress." but anyway,back on topic,we traced the call back to this house in town and drove by there.The house huge,scary,and falling to pieces. The house had been foreclosed for over 50 years, so like the genius's we were we went inside and to our horror there was a freaking hobo with a home phone.
