"Granny always said 'if they're givin' you problems, show 'em your meat cleaver and if they're still comin' at you, they're fuckin nuts!' My little GRANNY said that!"
This was told to me by a guy on the street last night. He offered me $5 to go into the little convenience store that's run by an Arab guy. This guy needed 6 D batteries which came to almost $15. He told me that he and the store owner don't see eye to eye.
Store owner's name is Tony whom I've warmed up to but he DOES put on a gruff show for everyone. I noticed he knows his product very well and will always inform you of the better buy if he doesn't work you for the upsale. He's a good businessman.
Anyway, there was puke on the sidewalk one night. My new friend, the battery guy, says he offered to clean it up one night and Tony kicked him out. Who knows. Who cares? he gave me $5 for my troubles and three cigarettes. Fuck, I gotta quit that shit. I gave one away.
So then, after leaving walking away from the store we talked a bit and he told me about a couple characters to watch out for in the neighborhood, one of which, he recently had an altercation with involving battery man with his meat cleaver that granny suggested and the other guy coming at him and friend with a boulder. He showed me his hand wounds that are just now healing. He assured me it's a been a bit because they locked him up in a mental hospital for a few days while the boulder guy walked free.
So that's Battery Man, a.k.a. Meat Cleaver Man.
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