Fla Flash
05-25-2002, 10:57 PM
Okay, maybe this will help me cool off. Get home last night, played a few games of horseshoes with some of my buds. Gobbler asks me to take a ride with him. I do, and I find out he's suddenly privy as to how much money I owe the landlady. He's screamin' this and that and when we get back, I get out of the car, step on my cigar and as "You done?"
He didn't get the chance to say another word. I looked at him, "You know, you're the poorest excuse for a human being I've ever seen. It should've been you instead of Jim (our bud who passed away several weeks ago). "
Needless to say, I felt bad after I said it (you should never wish someone else dead), but my thought was not to be real nice at this point.
He starts screamin' at the top of his lungs "You fuckin' asshole, you're outta here, you bastard"
At which point I start to smile and turn to look at him. "I don't think so, dumbfuck. YOU don't own the property."
So I go walking to the neighbors in the back. Him yelling in the background, "I'm calling the cops, you're tresspassing," (and so I don't have to keep typing it the term "fucking asshole" was used several times.
"Go ahead and call 'em," I yell.
I was furious. I go over Danny's. Ol Snorlax is watching tv with the sound down. "Whatcha doin?"
He looks at me. "Listenin to you and assmonkey out there. When are you gonna kill him?"
"I'm not. But," I said, still angry, "I am gonna find a way to make his life miserable. Meantime, slide over to my place and feed the cats tomorrow. I'm going to stay at the shop tonight."
Long and short of it, I find out the landlady left work early last night cause he was calling her every 15 minutes. About the newest threat to the compound.
Me.
I spoke to her a little while ago. Apparently he broke into her locked filing cabinet where all the rent reciepts and stuff is kept.
"Why do you let what he says bother you?"
I turned and looked her dead in the eyes. "Why do you keep him around?".
I'm getting ready to go home, gonna have another beer before I leave. And I may just leave the whole thing up to fate. What goes around, comes around.
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He didn't get the chance to say another word. I looked at him, "You know, you're the poorest excuse for a human being I've ever seen. It should've been you instead of Jim (our bud who passed away several weeks ago). "
Needless to say, I felt bad after I said it (you should never wish someone else dead), but my thought was not to be real nice at this point.
He starts screamin' at the top of his lungs "You fuckin' asshole, you're outta here, you bastard"
At which point I start to smile and turn to look at him. "I don't think so, dumbfuck. YOU don't own the property."
So I go walking to the neighbors in the back. Him yelling in the background, "I'm calling the cops, you're tresspassing," (and so I don't have to keep typing it the term "fucking asshole" was used several times.
"Go ahead and call 'em," I yell.
I was furious. I go over Danny's. Ol Snorlax is watching tv with the sound down. "Whatcha doin?"
He looks at me. "Listenin to you and assmonkey out there. When are you gonna kill him?"
"I'm not. But," I said, still angry, "I am gonna find a way to make his life miserable. Meantime, slide over to my place and feed the cats tomorrow. I'm going to stay at the shop tonight."
Long and short of it, I find out the landlady left work early last night cause he was calling her every 15 minutes. About the newest threat to the compound.
Me.
I spoke to her a little while ago. Apparently he broke into her locked filing cabinet where all the rent reciepts and stuff is kept.
"Why do you let what he says bother you?"
I turned and looked her dead in the eyes. "Why do you keep him around?".
I'm getting ready to go home, gonna have another beer before I leave. And I may just leave the whole thing up to fate. What goes around, comes around.
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