So I have this cousin, Shadrack, to whom crazy ass shit always happens even though he rarely ventures out of his house. Suffice it to say he is the only person that I know who has been in a high speed police chase.
His latest story goes starts out with him watching television on his couch this past New Years Eve. Midnight strikes and he says he hears everyone in the neighborhood shooting off their fireworks, when suddenly a firework goes off against the window shooting what he thinks is a piece of glass across the room. Something lands in the corner next to the couch. "Crazy shit" he goes to bed thinking.
The next day Shadrack notices a one inch hole in his ceiling over the couch. WTF? he thinks where did that come from. He gets on his ladder and notices a matching hole in the roof above the hole in the ceiling. Holy shit, he thinks some one shot my house.
Days pass. Shadrack, who is not the best house keeper, asssumes that there is bullet somewhere in his house, but can't find. But he does find a piece of drywall that was flung across the room from the hole in his ceiling.
Fast forward to this past Thursday. Shadrack goes to move a box on his cofee table. He looks inside and what does he find:
What looks like a perfect .45 caliber slug sitting there. You could see the rifling on the slug and make out 7 groves. It was only slightly beat up from punching through the roof and ceiling.
Crazy shit.
Content: What crazy stuff has come crashing into your house?
His latest story goes starts out with him watching television on his couch this past New Years Eve. Midnight strikes and he says he hears everyone in the neighborhood shooting off their fireworks, when suddenly a firework goes off against the window shooting what he thinks is a piece of glass across the room. Something lands in the corner next to the couch. "Crazy shit" he goes to bed thinking.
The next day Shadrack notices a one inch hole in his ceiling over the couch. WTF? he thinks where did that come from. He gets on his ladder and notices a matching hole in the roof above the hole in the ceiling. Holy shit, he thinks some one shot my house.
Days pass. Shadrack, who is not the best house keeper, asssumes that there is bullet somewhere in his house, but can't find. But he does find a piece of drywall that was flung across the room from the hole in his ceiling.
Fast forward to this past Thursday. Shadrack goes to move a box on his cofee table. He looks inside and what does he find:
What looks like a perfect .45 caliber slug sitting there. You could see the rifling on the slug and make out 7 groves. It was only slightly beat up from punching through the roof and ceiling.
Crazy shit.
Content: What crazy stuff has come crashing into your house?