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Snakey motherfucker.
Firstly - I didn't know the sumbitch was an alcoholic.
Secondly, I had only known him from the gym when he stopped in from time to time.
However, having no idea who the fuck he was, he had told me yesterday he's a sibling to a very accomplished power lifter that I do know personally, which I was surprised by - but there you have it.
So, with that in mind, I stopped to chit chat with the motherfucker.
Throughout the course of the conversation, it became apparent this fool is a wanna-be "gang-star".
Now I went through a phase when I was about 14 - and snapped out of it entirely when I was 16.
This fool is 32 years old.
Pathetic.
Anyways, next thing he's telling me he's going to prison for 6 months in a couple days.
Blah blah blah - but in speaking with him, he doesn't seem like a total fucking fruit. Nice enough chap but, edgy motherfucker.
I'm not jumping to any rash conclusions.
This is all outside a local grocery store BTW.
So eventually I say, "good talking to you, see you about", and bounce.
Now, something about the sumbitch, gives me the willies.
He's just very tense or some shit.
So I take my time grocery shopping, not wanting to meet the motherfucker again on my way out.
A good 20 minutes shopping, I'm stood in the queue, tap on the shoulder.
"Hey! What's happening now!?".
"Christ" - I'm thinking.
I'm guessing perhaps he was actually waiting outside the store for someone such as myself, specifically to attempt to "borrow" money from them.
"Say, bro - could you help me out with 5 dollards?".
He had obviously lulled me into a false sense of relaxation - which I have no doubt he had planned out, or planned to do with some sucker, and then spring the question - making it quite difficult to say, "no fuck off!!".
I don't even hesitate - "sure man, no problem".
He had also told me he had issues with gambling; apparently he wanted a "blow out", his last few days before prison.
We go outside, and he actually holds out his hand for the money - the fucking crawler.
I know right - it's only five bucks.
If he had asked for ten, would have said "no can't do it" - but five?
How could I say no?
But it's not the money.
It's the fact that I was suckered.
Plus - I even got the feeling he wasn't asking just for the money.
It was just as much a case of WANTING to sucker me; a dude that's not a bottom feeding dreg, just got suckered by a bottom feeding dreg - "fuck you pal" - almost like an ego thing.
Well - he accomplished it.
I don't think this necessarily makes me more prejudiced against alcoholics, but it definitely raises my sense of caution around them in future.
Firstly - I didn't know the sumbitch was an alcoholic.
Secondly, I had only known him from the gym when he stopped in from time to time.
However, having no idea who the fuck he was, he had told me yesterday he's a sibling to a very accomplished power lifter that I do know personally, which I was surprised by - but there you have it.
So, with that in mind, I stopped to chit chat with the motherfucker.
Throughout the course of the conversation, it became apparent this fool is a wanna-be "gang-star".
Now I went through a phase when I was about 14 - and snapped out of it entirely when I was 16.
This fool is 32 years old.
Pathetic.
Anyways, next thing he's telling me he's going to prison for 6 months in a couple days.
Blah blah blah - but in speaking with him, he doesn't seem like a total fucking fruit. Nice enough chap but, edgy motherfucker.
I'm not jumping to any rash conclusions.
This is all outside a local grocery store BTW.
So eventually I say, "good talking to you, see you about", and bounce.
Now, something about the sumbitch, gives me the willies.
He's just very tense or some shit.
So I take my time grocery shopping, not wanting to meet the motherfucker again on my way out.
A good 20 minutes shopping, I'm stood in the queue, tap on the shoulder.
"Hey! What's happening now!?".
"Christ" - I'm thinking.
I'm guessing perhaps he was actually waiting outside the store for someone such as myself, specifically to attempt to "borrow" money from them.
"Say, bro - could you help me out with 5 dollards?".
He had obviously lulled me into a false sense of relaxation - which I have no doubt he had planned out, or planned to do with some sucker, and then spring the question - making it quite difficult to say, "no fuck off!!".
I don't even hesitate - "sure man, no problem".
He had also told me he had issues with gambling; apparently he wanted a "blow out", his last few days before prison.
We go outside, and he actually holds out his hand for the money - the fucking crawler.
I know right - it's only five bucks.
If he had asked for ten, would have said "no can't do it" - but five?
How could I say no?
But it's not the money.
It's the fact that I was suckered.
Plus - I even got the feeling he wasn't asking just for the money.
It was just as much a case of WANTING to sucker me; a dude that's not a bottom feeding dreg, just got suckered by a bottom feeding dreg - "fuck you pal" - almost like an ego thing.
Well - he accomplished it.
I don't think this necessarily makes me more prejudiced against alcoholics, but it definitely raises my sense of caution around them in future.
