Posted by MonkAss at 167-19.73-24.tampabay.rr.com on March 10, 2002 at 01:06:37:
A few nights ago I was taking my usual 5 mile stroll across my neighborhood at 1 am when I came across a homeless man in about his mid 20s. As I expected him to he came up to me and asked for any money.. I noticed how much his breath reeked of vodka... expensive Russian vodka.. at first I wanted to give him the few bucks I carried with me for emergencies (late night weed) but I decided to tell him that I did not have any money on me. He insisted on saying that I won't give him any money cause I think he'll go and buy alcoholic beverages with it but he said he never touched alcohol in his life. I told him that you could smell his breath from 10 feet away and started to walk away. He than picked up a bottle and broke its bottom against the wall he started chasing me with it and threatning me. I ran for about a minute untill I decided to take desperate measures. I took out my pocket knife that I carry in my shoe for situations like these and when he got near me i threw it at him. It hit him right in the nose and he fell on the ground. I wasnt about to let my trusty knife go to waste so I ran up to him and got it out of his nose. I ran away from him to hear his laughter (and/or crying). The 7-11 was not too far away so I decided to go there before i headed home. I bought 2 bags of cheese puffs and a pack of Camels. As i headed home in a different direction from where the laughing bum lay I ate my cheese puffs and thought about a scene from the Breakfast Club when the whole club were having a breakfast at Bob's house and than his mom came and asked them if they wanted any pancakes...