“he’s gonna get his sh*t alright”
I yelled as I opened the window to our apartment and one by one started lighting his clothes on fire and throwing them down. Not caring who I hit, I did this till all his clothes were in the mud with burn holes in them. Then with his favorite guitar I picked it up and smashed it against the windowsill till it broke in half. I guess he knew what I had planned because as soon as his guitar hit the ground, he came around the corner with his shotgun aimed at me.