![]() But you couldn't just let sleeping dogs lie, could you Crackhead. Despite having to ride the bus for three days and dropping a hundred bones at the shop, I had gained some fascinating knowledge, a new set of sparkplugs, and a pretty funny anecdote about how ****ed up you are, and how our paths once crossed briefly in the night. I figured the next time I parked at my girlfriend's place overnight I would have to buy some crackpipes and tape them to my bike as a peace offering. I rode home from the shop with a couple of spare sparkplugs and a smile on my face. But then I remember that I just paid $100 for YOUR crackpipes, and I get angry again.Ĭrackhead, it was really good to have my bike back though. As an engineer and former MacGyver fan, in a way I think this is kind of cool. They explained to me that "people" - I use the term loosely here - like you break off the tops of spark plugs and use the porcelain tubes to smoke crack. Thursday I had it towed to the shop ($45) where they replaced the sparkplugs and the boots ($50 including labor). Because the bike was immobilized I got a $35 street sweeping ticket that night. All I knew is that I looked like a huge douchebag riding the Muni to work in a padded motorcycle jacket and helmet. Some kind of bizarre vandalism? A fraternity prank gone awry? I had no idea. Other than the sparkplugs, the bike was untouched. At the time, I had no idea why anyone would do that. Plaza to find that you had sawed the tops off both the sparkplugs on my motorcycle. On Wednesday morning I emerged from my girlfriend's building by U.N. I didn't leave the building for another twenty minutes, just in case he was waiting for me outside Then the hobo left, making one hell of an exit. He then proceeds to find some random car in the lot, unzip his fly and piss all over a (like new) SUV (which angered one of the skater punks - guess it was his). #FUNNY THINGS CRACKHEADS SAY WINDOWS#Before he can kick ass and take names, however, two busboys (or w/e you call them) grab the dude, put him in a choke hold, and throw his ass outta the building.įor about ten minutes after, the guy would throw himself against the glass windows screaming unintelligably, saying he was going to come back in and the workers threatening to call the cops. The hobo notices this, and begins storming towards them screaming the most vile words I've ever heard a man say in a public establishment. ![]() Some skater punks nearby started pointed and laughing at the man (quite obviously, though they had their hands over their faces). Now, I'm trying to enjoy my tripple Whopper with cheese combo, and I have this hobo practically crying all over my shoulder (a very uncomfortable position I'm in). ![]() In no time flat, the dude has tears in his eyes and says "I used to have a family. "Are you doing anything special this week?" he asks me. After taking my seat and eating for a while, a scruffy, spaced-out looking man sitting at a nearby table slowly nudged his way over to me (using the long connected booth-seat). Kind of a downer, but I was visiting family over the winter break last year and stopped at a BK on the road for a bite. Oh, and I don't know if he was on anything, but considering my geographical location I wouldn't doubt it, but there was this 50+ year old man with long, grey hair, totally decked out in skater clothes practising skateboarding tricks in the small carpark of the children's church down the road. He says "YOU BETTER NOT COUGH ON ME" and after a couple of minutes silence he puts his lips together and starts this really high-pitched hum, like BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR and I'm like AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I'm noticeably sick, so he says "hey buddy, you don't look to well", I say"uhh yeah, and I feel like shit". Luckily my busride from the CBD is only 10 minutes so I didn't have to deal with him for long, anyway, he sits next to me, introduces himself and I shake his hand. ![]() Usually I'm not worried about junkies because I see so ****ing many of them, if I did I'd constantly be living in fear. He bought a kebab.Ī solvent sniffer sat next to me on the bus. There was a guy casually roaming the streets with no pants on, a true scholar. So we walk about 100 metres down the road and we hear shouting, it's him standing in the middle of an intersection yelling "FUUUUUUUCK! CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNT!" into the sky. He then says "what? chicken farms?" and we're all "uuhhhh", so he says "oh, sorry, I thought you said you had a chicken farm" while we continue walking, trying to hold straight faces and not take the piss. This dude with a mohawk and scabs from scratches on his face, obvious meth user, came up to us and was all "got a light?", to which we told him none of us smoke. I see a meth user or solvent sniffer like, everyday. ![]()
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