I’m counting on the local news to keep me safe; from the storm…and myself. Every meteorologist says they’re the one to trust…but I’ve been hurt before.
But watch them I do, and watch them I will. They say that this is End of Days. In 2 hours, it will come. Twelve inches, wet and heavy. The perfect snow storm. They say we all pray eventually.
This is my last will and testament:
I, Dylan Bolin, being of sound mind and body, hereby do bequeath all of my worldly riches to Bailey (dog). And to my wife, I ask: Why, honey, why? For the record, I think it’s always to early to resort to Canibalism. Don’t ever date anybody else or I will haunt you both.
You win, Weather.