Yes, at the market thriving at the West Coast side, I walked the isles and got to a table with this Little Devil glaring at me. No, I did not back down. No, I did take out my wallet and put down some meagre notes to buy the little fellow. So I put him into a plastic bag and ignored his thumping of fists and feet. Yes, I took him home. Yes, I put him on a shelf. All by himself. Yes, I glared back. Like a twin menace. And now, after a few sweated years, he and me, are still here. No winner, No loser. But I swear, I am going to kill him. Just waiting for him to bloody sleep for a mere moment.
