Don't blame the dominatrix for your welts if you're paying for the whipping.
A couple of drunk guys got on the SkyTrain and sat behind me, each one slumped in a bench sort of passed out. One of them got a call on their cell phone and stomped around while talking, then threw himself back into the bench while his cell phone clattered to the floor and skittered to the far wall.
They got off a couple of stops before I did.
Looking up from my book, I saw the cell phone. That's got to suck.
So I picked it up and checked through the call log, just in case it was a stolen phone and left on purpose.
Nope - all the calls made and all the calls received were tied to names in the phonebook. Cute picture of a girl for the background too. Good enough for me.
Turned it in to the platform attendants at my stop. Easy like Weezie.
I was talking to Palooka the other day, and seeing the papers get delivered to the site got us talking about our respective paper routes.
And that reminded me of the time I was walking home at the end of mine, up a hill in the dark, skateboard in hand (a giant yellow one with KAMAKAZE! written on it)... and I'd chewed all the cinnamon out of my Big Red gum.
Curious to see if I could throw it all the way across the semi-busy four lane road, I gave it a heave. TONK!
I couldn't. Brake lights went on, and a car went by me and hung a left. Ah well, I kept walking up the hill.
A minute or so later, a big guy looking and walking like a bodybuilder came striding down the sidewalk ahead of me. "Hey asshole!" he said.
If I was a different sort of kid (i.e. smarter) I'd have hopped on that board and rolled my ass back down the hill.
"Yes?" I replied wittily.
"What the fuck did you throw at my car?!" he said as he grabbed my shirt where my lapels would be, if I'd had lapels.
"Nothingpleasedon'thurtmeitwasjustgum!"
Clearly disgusted (both that I'd done it and that I was too little a kid for him to get any satisfaction out of), he threw me down into somebody's recessed yard. It was about a meter lower than the sidewalk. I luckily missed the ornamental thornbushes.
"If I ever see you again I'll fucking KILL you!" he yelled and off he went.
And as I lay there in the dark, under the bushes, in a stranger's yard, my glasses vanished into the dark, worried he was going to come back and finish me, I realized that I really didn't like Big Red that much.
And so I stopped buying it. Hello Juicy Fruit!
They got off a couple of stops before I did.
Looking up from my book, I saw the cell phone. That's got to suck.
So I picked it up and checked through the call log, just in case it was a stolen phone and left on purpose.
Nope - all the calls made and all the calls received were tied to names in the phonebook. Cute picture of a girl for the background too. Good enough for me.
Turned it in to the platform attendants at my stop. Easy like Weezie.
I was talking to Palooka the other day, and seeing the papers get delivered to the site got us talking about our respective paper routes.
And that reminded me of the time I was walking home at the end of mine, up a hill in the dark, skateboard in hand (a giant yellow one with KAMAKAZE! written on it)... and I'd chewed all the cinnamon out of my Big Red gum.
Curious to see if I could throw it all the way across the semi-busy four lane road, I gave it a heave. TONK!
I couldn't. Brake lights went on, and a car went by me and hung a left. Ah well, I kept walking up the hill.
A minute or so later, a big guy looking and walking like a bodybuilder came striding down the sidewalk ahead of me. "Hey asshole!" he said.
If I was a different sort of kid (i.e. smarter) I'd have hopped on that board and rolled my ass back down the hill.
"Yes?" I replied wittily.
"What the fuck did you throw at my car?!" he said as he grabbed my shirt where my lapels would be, if I'd had lapels.
"Nothingpleasedon'thurtmeitwasjustgum!"
Clearly disgusted (both that I'd done it and that I was too little a kid for him to get any satisfaction out of), he threw me down into somebody's recessed yard. It was about a meter lower than the sidewalk. I luckily missed the ornamental thornbushes.
"If I ever see you again I'll fucking KILL you!" he yelled and off he went.
And as I lay there in the dark, under the bushes, in a stranger's yard, my glasses vanished into the dark, worried he was going to come back and finish me, I realized that I really didn't like Big Red that much.
And so I stopped buying it. Hello Juicy Fruit!
posted by Rimmy at 10:30
1 Comments:
Yu know, if that is true, I had the same thing happen to ME.
I was walking down the street with me mates and i decided for no reason at all to pick up the bud from a blossom and just unthinking, threw it into the traffic lane. I didn't even mean to do it to be a bad ass I just did it to get rid of it.
suddenly this fat guy turns a corner...and picks my up by the shirt and is threatening to kill me...I think kibilz was there i don't know.....but he finally decided to let me go and he left....it's eerily similar to your story though.....I understand the fear....
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