Decided to go for a wee bit of a drink, and it was basically just to see if medix or etc...were @ lanigans.............he was......................but he wanted naught to do with me..................i have a way w/...............neighbourhood types: They sometimes where they don't want to talk to freak..........................................reminds me of the story of Father Bob. Over the weekend I thought about him because of Army medic. Bob was in the neighbourhood I grew up in from time immorium (sc). he was a slow sort og gut who loved the priests. He always had pope buttons and crosses and etc draped about him (I mean, he would have 15 buttons of the pope, and 15 crosses, and 15...etc..................just to make sure that you realised that Bob was a Holy site when he walked about) and liked to talk to the 'hood kids......................except for one...........................................and that one was me. i was too familier with him : not in a mean way, but he didn't like the freak treatment.
Another story.
More tables Turned
10 years ago, Jamie Tree and I were on the Loyola el platform when 2 kids raced up to the platform and tried to intimidate us. However, it was freak and jamie they were trying to intimidate, so we gave them the freak/jamie treatment and they quickly raced away. The treatment? Just talked to them, and they realised whatever psychic goodies we think we are gonna get out of this little exercise is not worth it dealing with these two freaks..lets get out of here !!
i still chuckle...................
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