A certain 'friend' of mine is coming north. I don't know where he is. I don't know when he'll arrive.
But he's coming.
I know this. I fear this. I hate this.
He is coming. I hate him.
I want him to stay where he is and hang with someone else.
But he's coming and there aint a damn thing I can do about it.
Those of you reading this blog for a long time know who I'm talking about. You know what is about to happen. The horror. The horror.
He's coming. The bastard is coming.
In what guise will he appear this time?
Today's snow brings me no comfort. He's coming. He is a bastard and he is coming.
For me. And me only. This I know.
I can't stop him. I can't reason with him. I can only wait. With one eye open.
I hate him.
Yet he still comes for me.