We have an uninvited guest in the rig. He surreptitiously boarded in Chula Vista, and has made a pest out of himself for the past several days.
His name is Lestat, and he’s a dead man as soon as I can catch the blood-sucking sonofabitch.
I’m surprised that we haven’t nailed him yet, as he’s drawn enough blood from Charlie and I to supply a Red Cross donation center. The sucker must be as large as a blowfly…the Dom DeLuise of mosquitoes.
The fact that he’s tapping my veins is a testament to this criminal. Normally, Charlie can attract mosquitoes from miles away, and any bites turn into large welts.
I, on the other hand, can be in the same room, practically naked, and the tiny vampires will avoid me like the plague.
Lestat, on the other hand, is an equal-opportunity blood-sucker: he must hold his nose when he sticks it to me…the little bastard. And, take it from me, you know when this little guy scores, because ground zero immediately itches like Hell. Damn him!
Charlie and I are cooperating in a hard target search. We’re going to find this criminal and terminate him with extreme prejudice…before he drains us.
The hunt is on for the mo-fo.
UPDATE: Mission Accomplished.
