I was at my grandparents and John Goodman was in the next door neighbours garden, being really loud and angry.
He broke through into my grandparent's garden. There was some bushes in front of the window and I had the curtains drawn. He was using a chainsaw to cut the bushes down, still shouting. Then a double barrel shotgun poked through the curtains and I held my chest and pretended to be shot. John loved it and was laughing at me. He thought I was so funny and we became friends.
