Just caught 3 dryfront squatters in my vacant house. Here is what happened...

I get up to the place every few months just to check on things. I dont rent it out. Dryfronts started invading the neighborhood in the wake of the subprime crisis when there are several foreclosed homes. The state had a program to help dryfronts get mortgages and they started moving in like vultures to take advantage of the misfortune of the hard working Americans that lost their homes. Multiple dryfront families move into a house because they pool their money to get it. My American neighbors hate it because there is 6 or 7 vehicles parked outside these dryfront houses because they will have 10-12 people living there. The traffic to and from these houses makes the once sleepy community much less peaceful. I suspect that the dryfronts that moved in 2 doors down noticed that my house is vacant and told their buddies.

As I approached the house, I noticed that the lighting and the loud radio that always leave on were not working and there were lights on the living room that I did not leave lit. I dont usually have my 357 when I travel but it was pure luck that I had it in the car. Before I reached the porch, I turned around calmly, walked back to the car and got a pair of gloves from the glove box, and retrieved that heater. The moment I placed a foot on the first step on the porch, a dryfront opens the front door to meet me. His eyes looked like they were going to jump out of his head - I suppose the look on my face was indicative of the seriousness of my presence. With my gun in my right hand, I made a ridge hand strike to his damn larynx as he was about to open his mouth to question me. His dusty lightweight ass fell back on my hardwood floor as I introduced his sternum to the sole of my left boot and his nose to the muzzle of magnum.

Let me know if there is interest in part 2 of the story....