ya like that's going to happen. heck, you could probably give me a shot of sedatives and I'd still be up till' 4 AM fantasizing about my new hog leg and all the fun that will entail. knowing what i always do I'll get up at 5 AM and check the doorstep. go back to sleep for another half hour, check the doorstep, break out the coffee press and and down two strong cups of black coffee and sit there waiting. and everytime i hear an engine off in the distance I'll look outside, go out front, run around the block hoping to spot the mail truck, doing that just about everytime i hear an engine anywhere from an 18 wheeler to a prius. then, when it finally gets here I'll get a lil'mighty exited. as the truck driver drops it into my hands I'll be freaking exited. I will get the box inside, do a tactical roll over to the coffee table while reaching for my trousers and and click my switchblade stiletto open. at this point i will be shaky from the two (or more) cups of coffee, I'll carefully cut the edges of the tape taking care not to damage or scratch the precious insides. then, i will cut the top of it open. then drop my blade on the table, savagely tear away the packing material or thrust my hands into the packing peanuts praying to God they didn't forget to put the gun in the box. (yes, that sounds ridiculous) I'll get that pretty gun box out, taking a second to admire the pretty, pretty package, then carefully open it to not damage the box, and then open the package in a state of extacy. then for the rest of the day i will fondle my gun and clean it. my thumb will get quite sore from working the hammer, then the next day or so i will stick a piece of duct tape on there to both shield my blister so i can still rock the hammer and carefully ease it down onto the nipple. that's usually what happens, and i never get less exited.
and that's one major sign that i know I'm hooked. i don't even get that exited about girls, unless they like to shoot of course. i can't freaking wait to get it! i don't want to wait till' Wednesday to shoot! maybe i could make some wax bullets to shoot in my backyard or something. I think I'll do that tonight.
Sincerely, Levi