So I ended up washing dishes at the fabulous Ladies Night Club for about a month and a half while I tried to pay for the repairs. No one really bothered me or even spoke to me until one night when one of the male strippers called in sick, and no power on this earth will make me tell you the rest of that story. No power on this earth. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate.
Hate leads to anger.
No wait hold on. Fear leads to hate, hate leads to the darkside . Hold on, no, umm. I can't believe the vampires took your stuff. I expect, but petty larceny seems so - petty.