Error401
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That's the thing, you can't make it happen. It just sort of does when you least expect it. Though it does help to live in a vortex of strangeness like Roanoke.
Man, here's another one. I was mowing my lawn one time and this dude comes stumbling up the street with no shoes on. I had seen this guy before (not the same guy as the last story). Anyway, he's this tall kind of "down on his luck" kind of looking guy with dirty ragges jeans, old flanel shirt hanging out and kind of a 50's elvis hair cut. And white tube socks. He comes up and starts going on about how he was napping (passed out) in the park and some bastard had stolen his boots. Great, a freakin wine-o got his boots jacked.
I was like, "did ya see who did it?" Sheepishly he mumbled something while maddog fumes drifted my way. Then he started in with some story about how he had to go to Vinton (about 6 miles away) and how he had no boots now. I was like "man, that's gonna be a bitch." Then, as he thought that he had my sympathy, he asked "can I borrow your boots? I'll get them back to ya." Mind you, this was a number of years ago, when I was quite a bit younger and I thought I could take him if he started anything. So I just kind of laughed and said "you're fuckin kidding me, right." He looked at me, I looked at him. Then I could see that realization had set in in his eyes and could hear what he was thinking "Am I that fuckin drunk that I just asked a guy I don't even know if I could borrow his boots?" Hell, if it were today, I'd have given him an old pair, but back then I only had one pair, and this homie don't give up tha last pair of boots for no man. Cause if worse came to worse, you'd be screwed without your boots.
Man, here's another one. I was mowing my lawn one time and this dude comes stumbling up the street with no shoes on. I had seen this guy before (not the same guy as the last story). Anyway, he's this tall kind of "down on his luck" kind of looking guy with dirty ragges jeans, old flanel shirt hanging out and kind of a 50's elvis hair cut. And white tube socks. He comes up and starts going on about how he was napping (passed out) in the park and some bastard had stolen his boots. Great, a freakin wine-o got his boots jacked.
I was like, "did ya see who did it?" Sheepishly he mumbled something while maddog fumes drifted my way. Then he started in with some story about how he had to go to Vinton (about 6 miles away) and how he had no boots now. I was like "man, that's gonna be a bitch." Then, as he thought that he had my sympathy, he asked "can I borrow your boots? I'll get them back to ya." Mind you, this was a number of years ago, when I was quite a bit younger and I thought I could take him if he started anything. So I just kind of laughed and said "you're fuckin kidding me, right." He looked at me, I looked at him. Then I could see that realization had set in in his eyes and could hear what he was thinking "Am I that fuckin drunk that I just asked a guy I don't even know if I could borrow his boots?" Hell, if it were today, I'd have given him an old pair, but back then I only had one pair, and this homie don't give up tha last pair of boots for no man. Cause if worse came to worse, you'd be screwed without your boots.
