After long consideration....I think Paul got up around 2:10 AM....still having buzz on from some booze that evening...to take a pee.
I think he stood there and realized some guy was in the bedroom, and hammer-dude was asked to identify himself.
Paul, being rather stoic and non-confrontational.....asked hammer-dude if him needed a beer?
Hammer-dude was caught off guard by the friendly nature of Paul.
The two.....clad in underwear each....don't know why hammer-dude was this way, but I'd assume he was on bath salts....proceeded down the stairs and Paul handed him a beer, then called the cops.
During the whole ten minutes, Paul demonstrated ultimate cool behavior and was like a 80-year old version of Paul Newman.
As the cops arrived....Paul opens the door, and says his 'friend' needs some help.....walking back toward the hammer-dude.
It's at this point when the hammer-dude realizes this friendly nature was fake, and whacked Paul pretty good.
Paul remembers nothing much of the evening.....but the concussion has given him some forgetful thoughts about him being married to Nancy.
End of the story.
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