Let me tell you, when you’re not expecting it, something like that can really throw you off your stroke. Scared the crap right out of me, I don’t mind telling you. Makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, just thinking about it. There I am, right in the middle of the job, really cruising. Then, bam! The door flies open and there he is, some huge guy in work boots and a flannel shirt, never clapped eyes on him in my entire life, going at me with a fucking axe. No way was it just a coincidence. You can’t tell me he happened to be passing, was overcome by a sudden fit of curiosity, took a peek through the window and just reacted spontaneously. That’s plain unbelievable. No, he must have been outside the whole time, just waiting to make his move. The whole thing’s got set-up written all over it. There’s no way it wasn’t a sting. For starters, it’s not like there’s any passing traffic, way out there, middle of nowhere. That’s how come the joint caught my eye in the first place.
