Friday, March 13, 2009

Well chillun, yesterday I went to gas up the car and saw people gawking at a spectacle. Right there in the drive thru between pumps, two black girls were screaming and hollering and cussin' each other--over a man. I gassed up and left before the police arrived, and before it escalated into violence where guns or knives were pulled out. Such a balmy pretty day for such ugliness.

Girls I can tell you one thing--number 1--no man is worth fighting over--number 2--why the hell don't you both gang up on that two timing cheating little creep and beat the crap outta HIM.

Then I go to Western Auto to get my friend to check the oil and air in the tires. He was upset and I found out his long time girlfriend had dumped 2 cardboard boxes of his stuff in back of his pickup--while he was at work--and kicked him out. Hey, it's springtime! Flowers are blooming! Isn't love supposed to be in the air??

While there, I talked to a customer who looked like Col. Sanders. He was wearing a gun in a holster around his waist. He said he used to be a deputy and had never shot his gun while on the job, but should have. He let a perp get too close and the man knifed him in the gut. He pulled up his shirt and showed me a deep scar you could've sunk a golf ball into. From that incident forward, he wears a gun, even as a civilian. More than his body got scarred when he was stabbed.

Bye from susil, from here in deep south unsettled Mississippi.