The Morning the Earth Shook

6:30 AM. The entire building began violently shaking. My first thought: earthquake.

It wasn’t an earthquake…

I bolted downstairs barefoot and ran outside to find a massive bulldozer grinding its way up the concrete driveway, clear orders to level the house and tear it to the ground. Today.

Instinct took over. I planted myself directly in its path. When the foreman realized I wasn’t moving, he threatened to use force. That’s when I ripped off my shirt and took a boxing stance.

Bloodshed was next on the schedule.