This is my catch basin. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My adoptive catch basin is doing great – so far so good, during DeathStorm14:
My catch basin is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My catch basin, without me, is useless. Without my catch basin, I am useless. I must clear my catch basin true.
My catch basin is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, and accessories. I will repeated stab at it with a broom handle. I will keep my catch basin clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will…
Before God, I swear this creed. My catch basin and I are the defenders of my City and County. We are the masters of our Enemy, the Pineapple Express. We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is San Francisco’s and there is no Death Storm, but peace!