The nicely dressed guy who aproached me behind my job....

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Sicc OG
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May 12, 2002
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I was mailing letters for my boss when a guy down the street starts yelling to me. So i go to see whats up. He says "Excuse me sir, i need to ask you a question...." He tells me (for at least 5 minutes) all about him and his familly. His car has been towed and he has no way to get it out today. He needs to get home for his house painting job... etc and fuckin etc... He was dressed nicely, no dirt on his face, only sweat. So i give him 33% of the total $6.oo he asked me for finally at the end of his dissertation, along with that if i give him an adress him and his wife will send me a money order for what i gave him. Lol.

So lastnight, i went to buy beer cause it was so fucking boring. I went a different route and at the first intersection after Liberty Bridge, i almost hit this guy who jumps infront of my car. Light turns red. Dood comes up and says "Excuse me sir, i need to ask you a question...." The same exact shit he starts telling me again. Im like "Hey man :angry: you asked me this Tuesday and i gave you 2 fuckin bucks." He flips out on himself and almost dies when he jumps into the other lane. He is still dressed in the same clothes, obviously high on some good shit. He starts spitting out unintelligable stuff. So i grab the quarters i have for my car and give them to him. I mean to me its just a car wash, to him its a bit closer to his next purchase. Then he thanks me and almost gets run over again. Then i drove off.
 
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Sicc OOG
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May 21, 2002
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...so I'm at a stoplight watching this dude in a clean and pressed black Siccness t-shirt drunkenly weavin' thru the cars offering what looked to be handjobs for ashtray change. As I watched this drooling weirdo stumble from window to window, almost getting turned into a hood emblem twice by other motorists, I laughed to myself. Fugging jerkoff. He paused at the driver's side window (actually, he sort of fell against it) of this dilapidated '86 Ford Tempo with missmatched fenders and an emergency dougnut on the left rear in front of me. The driver, some AH-nold Schwarzenegger wannabe, in a dingy wife-beater and fishnet Budweiser hat appeared to be irritated with the well dressed roadkill fodder with the "Vamps" name patch on his scrawny chest. They exchanged a few words before the AH-nold dude angrily pointed a fat finger covered in orange Cheetos flavoring at the poor bastard and told him to get lost. The dude with the "Vamps" name tag steps back and starts to do some drunken monkey dance. A few spins and hand flailings later, he pauses with this weird look on his face. I think he shit his own pants. After he finished growing a tail, he continue in his drunken ballerina performance thru the idle vehicles and back onto the sidewalk.

Poor shmuck I though as the light turned green.
 
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