Somewhere in Ottawa

There is a very lucky individual.

This individual is a moron. A moron that rang our doorbell for 4 minutes last night only to stop when we got out of bed and into the living room. A moron that then started to ring our doorbell the second we got back into bed.

A moron who when I opened the front door asked for "Will". After informing him he had the wrong fucking address he got on his cell phone with a quick, throw-away "sorry".

The individual is lucky because I didn't rip off his arm and beat the stupid out of him with it.