The Grammarian f****d up. After, he’d think,
“Who let the dogs out?”
He had heard a man use and abuse the language in a way that seemed to proclaim,
“I’m freaking ignorant and proud of it.”
Uh-oh, no way.
He’d tracked the guy back to his home off Devon Park. Nice quiet residential area and no neighborhood watch. Perfect. The guy had gone in his front door so he went round the back. Small garden, good. He checked he had the letter, a vowel, ready then began to make his way up the path and f**k.
A dog.
Big.
And in the lunge, narrowly missed G’s face. But undeterred, the dog swirled, fast, ready for another try. G picked up a water bucket and let rip. Knocked the dog back as the back door opened and the man, screaming,
“Was you want, I’ll kick your arse”
G scrambled back over the fe
