I like a good sleep -- is there a problem with that? Some days I'll knock off 8 or 9 hours in the afternoon, it's just the way I am. So you can imagine my surprise when I'm basking in a warm sliver of sunlight and suddenly I hear this THUMP! THUMP!

I thought it was a dream. I rolled over and figured that whatever it was would go away. But then I felt something tickle my leg. A spider? I tried to swat it away.

Anyway, to make a long story short, the steely whoosh of a silencer broke the, uh, silence, and a bullet went right through my hind leg. I heard him laugh and run away. That's how Dick Cheney shot me too. Fortunately I have three more legs, and he wasn't a very good shot.