Several months ago I attempted to write a story about T2K. I wrote it from the first person point of view, "I did this, I did that". In the story the main character gets attacked by a huge dog, gets his right hand chewed up somewhat.
About 3 1/2 weeks ago, I'm at work and walked into a customer's yard. I've been doing this for 20 years, walking into peoples yards, I thought I knew all the little tricks. I got about 15 or 20 feet into the yard and 3 rottwielers and a mutt come flying around the corner. It may sound like I'm exagerating, but it was a fight for life, if I'd have went down, knocked over or tripped, those bastards would have killed me.
I got out of it pretty light, 7 stitches in my right hand, and some nips and cuts elsewhere.
I thinik my writing days may be over
