“don’t look ,but there’s a schizo up the trail,, he’s staring at us right now”..
I couldn’t help but glance up the mountain path, and low and behold, there he was.
Dingy Beard, tattered flannel, these two eyes just glaring at the two of us.
“I know him.
I know who he is, I know what he is and I know how to handle him “
dawn 