Oh, my Dear God. Please do not tell me that people are still holding it against me because I shot Sam. Er, I mean; that convenience store robbing scumbag shot Sam. It was not my fault. I only wrote it.
Yeah, I'm not really helping my cause here too much am I?
But, Sam's not dead. Sure, he was in a coma. But, he lived to see another day and to fight pregnant women and try to kill his uncle and his brother and to bang a hot little nurse from the local Helltown hospital.
What? Is that not a good enough explanation of why Sam just HAD to get shot. He didn't really have a choice in the matter, now did he?
And, when and if I ever start writing on this puppy again he's about to get his groove on with said hot little nurse.
Feel better now, Darling? I sure do hope so.
Now, what is this daydream of which you speak? And, am *I* infringing on it.
*flutters my pretty little eyelashes at you for help clarifying this situation*