Yesterday, while riding the train, I saw a large Hispanic dude who actually had the words “Fuck You” tattooed on the back of his head in gigantic letters.
Yesterday, while riding the train, I saw a large Hispanic dude who actually had the words “Fuck You” tattooed on the back of his head in gigantic letters.
And then you saw a little Hispano dude who had “Yeah! You tell em, Danny! You’re The Man!!!” tattooed on the back of his head in litte letters.
I was in the Neighborhood convenience store when our Local Biker Scarey Man came in wearing a “FUCKIN’ METAL” t shirt. The Indian Man Owner said “You no can come in here with that shirt you!” and, just as I was preparing to throw myself behind a stack of canned Pepsis to survive the Shooting Spree, Mister Bad Ass said “Huh? Oh! Am I wearing? Oh! Gee, I’m sorry!” and he put on a denim jacket. Out in the Parking Lot I said “Letting yerself get pushed around by a towelhead! Whatta you, some kinda DOUCHE!?” and he tore my legs off and threw me into traffic.
That reminds me of the time I was giving a speech at a very important dinner, and I removed my jacket, forgetting I was wearing my “die shit fuck whore cunt shit fuck!!” shirt.
I can look back on it and laugh.
That Biker Guy is a Serious Bad Ass. He was in the Army for the first Iraqi and spent three years in Prison for something I don’t want to know about. During the Katrina mess I was walking around looking at everything and fell into a conversation with him and a little old Lady in front of the Supermarket. He told the Lady to give him a call if the Looters came to her house. She said her Husband could handle em without any help and he said “I don’t mean call me for help, I’m gonna go in your house and steal your TV set!” while he and I laughed and laughed and she looked kind of annoyed.