i came along, i wrote a song for you, and all the things you do

it was inevitable. the suspense had been building for months, and it was bound to explode. it's like any other night tonight, maybe a bit colder. but winter's coming, so that's to be expected. 1045pm, so it's dark out. pretty quiet too. i figured it'd be pretty routine. we'll go outside, santos will piss on mary's grass, we'll go back inside. but he was waiting.

in the shadows was one of the cats. we didnt see him at first, or i didnt. santos perked up, but he always does so it doesnt usually mean cat. but finally i saw him as we were close. he arched his back, and looked like he was about to attack santos.

so i mustardized the fucking shit out of that cat. half a bottle of french's best classic yellow. fuck yeah!