Because God Told Me To.

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So, yeah, there's this guy (isn't there always?) named PAT BROWN, who used to work at the Inn I work at.

Incredible fix-it guy when he was sober. Unpredictable crazy asshole when drinking. Guess what he usually was.

Anyway, he got fired, rehired, fired, rehired, fired... you get the idea, last year. Nothing to do with me, except that I hate drunks, of course.

He rented a room (#104) from the owner a couple nights ago. Then at 11pm I heard yelling & smelled smoke, so I had to kick them out. I say them because there were 3 young hoodlems (I learned later, they were drug dealers), and a crack ho (Is it ho, or hoe? I don't want to offend any crack hoes), and PAT BROWN.

Had to call the police, because there was a fight (OF COURSE), and they arrived a good hour later (Thanks guys! Appreciated! Next time, could you respond a LITTLE slower? Had someone shot me, they might have been able to save my FUCKING LIFE). Gave a statement to the police after they arrived.

Pat called later to harass me, apologise, and harass me, and I hung up.

Pat showed up the next morning to apologise, and then to beat the shit out of me.

Pat then called the next evening at midnight to apologise, and to threaten me.

Pat then called the next day (today) to apologise and find out what room I was in so he could 'beat my head in'.

FUN TIMES!