There’s A Penguin In My Freezer and A Machine Gun on My Stairs

His eyes burrow into my soul. We stand there facing each other, neither daring to move a muscle. I admit he has me at a disadvantage, I had no idea he would be there. But none of that matters right now. What matters is the razor sharp beak standing between me and a frozen steak.Continue reading “There’s A Penguin In My Freezer and A Machine Gun on My Stairs”