"Wakey, wakey, hands off snakey."  That's all I have to say before Snakey does his thing.

Call me demented if you will, but I hate certain people.  Nothing makes me happier than seeing them get what they rightfully deserve.  A hug from a boa constrictor.  Mine.

I have a beautiful albino boa I got from a reputable snake dealer; I have had Snakey now for the past four years.  People know better than to piss me off; if people piss me off, I will sic my snake on 'em.  Let him give 'em a hug they will soon never forget (that is, if he doesn't end up choking the lily liver out of 'em first).

I have been put down, spit upon, and ostracized my whole life.  I don't have many friends.  I don't trust many people.  I honestly think some people have plans to harm me or at least do everything in their power to piss me off.  So I got a snake as a means of protection; people now know to leave me be because of my snake. 

After all, who's gonna mess with a guy with a boa constrictor draped around his neck??  Not many unless they're foolish enough to find out exactly what will happen if they do.

So far, Snakey has put his devastating chokehold on five people.  All scums of the earth, people who have hurt me.  I don't cotton to people treating me bad; if they treat me bad, they will pay.

 And dearly.  One person ended up in the hospital fighting for his life and is now in a nursing home, suffering from brain damage.  Oh, well.  Don't feel sorry for the bastard.  He got what he deserved when he called my mother a derogatory name in her presence.

Well, I'm gonna head; it's time for our evening stroll.  After I feed Snakey his night time meal, we will go out and enjoy the evening, as only a guy and his reptilian friend can.  Hopefully tonight, people will learn to leave me (and Snakey) alone, or there will be consequences to pay ....

~To be continued.~