December 3rd, cloudy.

When I opened my eyes, it was already past ten o'clock in the morning, and I knew that the sky outside was overcast without opening the curtains. The damp air seeped into the house, under the covers, and into my bones.

I had only two options: either get myself a cup of coffee, or close my eyes and look forward to opening them again on the Fourth of December.

Anyway, I finally got up.

Today, as usual, I sat in the shop, praying that people wouldn't come to my place.

A cloudy afternoon is like the few minutes in line before a child gets an injection, or the tens of seconds before a ghost appears in a horror movie.

You know something bad is going to happen, but you can never tell when the first drop of rain will fall.

Thanks to the weather, a few hours passed quickly, and until four o'clock in the afternoon, there was really not a single customer.

For me, it's an intoxicating time, I can sit behind my desk and read a book and drink coffee quietly without anyone disturbing me.

At half-past four, someone pushed the door and came in, well, I hate him.

But he still surprised me a little, because he didn't come to buy books, he came in to rob them.

When this guy walked towards me with a gun drawn, I really wanted to complain to him, because it has been getting more and more difficult to dispose of corpses lately, and it has been very difficult for me to be forced to do so.

I did the math, pulling out the teeth, shaving the hair, sawing into six pieces, it would take about half an hour, another hour driving him to Bob's pig farm, and when I got back I had to clean up the blood and garbage, and it would be too late to prepare dinner.

So I threw up my hands, put on a look of horror, and told him in a trembling voice, "All the money is in the drawer, please let me live."

I think I'm acting very realistically, whether it's the eyes, the tone of voice, or the body movements, it's perfect, and he should turn around and leave after taking the money, so I can continue to enjoy the good time alone.

But as he reached for the drawer, it suddenly occurred to me that I had no money of any kind......

So, when he opened the drawer, he saw half of the pizza I had eaten and half of the rat that had been eaten by an unknown creature. Then he got angry, put a gun to my head while talking dirty, and asked me with wide eyes if I thought it was fun to play him.

I was afraid that he would get too excited and go off, so I had no choice but to shove his whole pistol into his esophagus.

While this guy was fluttering on the ground, I figured it out - Philadelphia was so bad that I was going to move out.

Now the streets are full of this kind of kid who wants to get "quick money" with a broken gun, and as a result, he wanders around for a long time and runs into such a dilapidated bookstore, I really seriously doubt the intelligence of such a person. In terms of common sense, if you plan to rob small and medium-sized shops, you should undoubtedly give priority to the catering industry and daily necessities stores, followed by the ticket office, clothing and household appliances industry, and the worst choice is to sell furniture, antiques and books.

Don't people nowadays even have the time to estimate their daily turnover and risk factor? What kind of store are they robbing? Wouldn't it be enough to just come and break into a private house with weapons, there will always be some cash in the house.

Oh, of course, cash doesn't make much sense right now, and it's better to go to the subway and loot the homeless than to come to me.

Dozens of seconds passed, and his symptoms seemed to be about to go into shock, but he was still struggling to crawl towards the door.

I walked up to him and closed the door, flipped the OPEN sign behind the door to the CLOSE side, and lowered the roller shutter on the window next to it. He was crawling to my feet as I turned around, just in case I broke the bones of both of his elbows.

Finally, I was able to return to my comfortable sofa chair, take a sip of coffee, pick up a book, and continue with my relaxing time.

I estimate that with his current physical condition, it is difficult to stand up, even if he barely supports his body, he can't turn such a big doorknob with his mouth, he should die in about half an hour, and the corpse can just block the door, perfect.

Regardless, today is still a nuisance day overall. Eventually, I didn't understand something, such as the relationship between me, the rats, the pizza, and the unidentified creatures, and their respective positions in the food chain.

Well...... Forget it, it's just as unimportant.