I heard the call all right. Right name, wrong time. With my head swimming like a prized koi in a botanic garden I didn't feel much like providing customer service.

For a beat or two I almost hoped for a lead delivery. Should've guessed that the bastard wasn't going to finish the job proper. Made sure I was still breathing so I'd get to flaunt the damage, let everyone know he'd done a number on me like an oversized mutt pissing at a tree.

And damn, was I pissed in every form and definition our mother tongue had to offer.

"We're closed."