Antics

I wasn’t planning on posting yet—I’ve been doing the same thing since my last two posts and talking about it over and over again would be boring—but I got yelled at, so here.....

Needless to say, I found some actual blood for my balloons. Probably dog or cat—I broke into a vet’s office and stole a few gallons. They just had it lying around in coolers. Anyway....

Garret is not amused. The first time I hit him, he nearly had a stroke. But then he realized it was only colored water and calmed down, and started to look for me. By that time I was long gone, of course. Jumped off the roof into a pine tree.

He completely freaks out when he gets hit with real blood. It’s sorta fun to watch. He’d take off running for his car, fall down, get hit with another balloon, and then run over his trashcans trying to drive out of the driveway. He’d do that every single time. And I would laugh every single time.

Yeah, I know. I’m despicable.

I got tired of that after a week, so I went back to moving things around in his house. That was a lot of freakin’ work. One day I even hid his fridge in the trees next to his house. His reaction was fun to watch, but I don’t think I’m making much progress here. He’s angry, confused and paranoid, but I don’t think I’ve driven him crazy yet. I think I need to step it up a notch....