I've always wondered why , when we were kids we always had to have enemies , we'd make them , Like the old dude that liked to take a walk after dinner to smoke a White Owl Cigar , as now I assume , after all these years he wasn't allowed to smoke that vile 40 cent econo puke in their small ass house inhabited by 6 cats , two kids that ate lead paint chips and could barely toast a pop tart...and Granny whom made the deal I'll buy this shack and pay cable and taxes , and you let me die here..... I look back at it now we are lucky Rollo didn't capture one of us and do the boot scootin Alter boy on our buttocks...
Holy sweet mum of holey bleeding jesus, I am that guy. I wonder sometimes what the locals think of that gray limping giant wandering the neighborhood with a bathrobe and a poodle, and I pray they will at least call 911 when I keel over from a cardiac episode.