Well, last night around 4:30 I woke up to remove the now purified diet-coke from my body. I hear in the back porch a "Creeeesshhh" noise (We have Plywood over the broken screen...and thats the sound it makes when its being moved)
I originally think nothing of it because my mom smokes cigarettes and is often up in the back porch smoking them. Plus, its 4:30 in the morning so i'm not in my best mental state.
It at this point I notice my moms door is closed, which means she is asleep. A million things flash in my head. Every weird fantasy i've thought of, every plan i've created to deal with such a threat springs into action.
To make a long story short I grabbed a Machete (I have a big pile of weapons in my room) and stalk naked towards the back porch. There I see a guy in a hoodie messing with the plywood. I open the door and yell "What the Fuck are you doing man?!"
The guy then proceeds to yell, jump back and run. I have no idea what the hell he was planning on doing, but lets just say i've been awake the rest of the night.
Guess I should have called the cops : \
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