Lehman brothers is bankrupt…..oh well, orgy time!!
Matt's Ruminations
Ohhhh you should’ve seen this ass whoopin’
This isn’t your mother’s Mr. Clean
How I Met The Evil Dr. Fu-Manchu
I’m always reminded of this passage from John Berendt novel “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil” when it comes to describing the odd and rare encounters with the wierdos that encompass this world we live in:
(Minerva) Ain't got much dead time left.
(Kelso) Dead time?
(Minerva) Lasts an hour.Half-hour before midnight,till half past.Half-hour before midnight for working good.Half-hour after for evil.We'll need a little of both tonight.
My little adventure takes place long after evil is roaming the earth, 3am. I wander into the local 7-11 after work for a cold beverage when I see two guys standing outside the store. One is the clerk and the other is this homeless, Hispanic/Fu-Manchu looking man with a long grey stache.
So I step out and the clerk asks me if I have the number for the local taxi service. So I google it and give him the number.
I walk in, get my beverage and the clerk walks in to help me and says “damn man,I thought I was about to get shived…this motherfu*ker’s all kinds of crazy”
So I nod in agreement and he hands me the change and I walk out, and as I approach my drivers side door with my keys, Mr. Fu-Manchu follows me and walks to the passenger side. So I pause. WTF? This guy thinks I’m giving him a ride? I don’t think so ladies and gentlemen. I don’t want to end up a lampshade in this guys apartment. This is one of those times I’m immensely happy that I have to unlock my car with the keys instead of a clicker.
So as I go to unlock my door I notice that Mr. Fu is pulling at the door handle repeatedly to get in but that door remained nice and locked . I wave him off, back out and drive away. That man was indeed (as the clerk suggested) “All kinds of crazy”. 100% certifiable, just another strange night in Huntington Station. I hope Fu-Manchu gets home safely.
P.S. I thought of this when I remembered what the guy looked like:
Taking A Break From Posting
Taking a small hiatus from posting while I get a few things in order. Feel free to chill in the waiting room.
Where's My Stuff Gonna Go?
Losing a Home, Then Losing All Out of Storage
I personally felt that Mr. Carlin could only be right so many times, but here he is calling it again when it comes to the housing crisis, and where to put “all your stuff”.
“That’s all your house is, a pile of stuff with a cover on it”
(1986 Premonition)
