Jimway
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You know, it started off like any other day. Although it was beautifly clear, a little cool, and early. As I sit here with adult beverage, winding down the day, three sutures above the right eye, awesome purple fist mark across face, and a puffed up cheek complete with gash inside mouth at gum line. I figure you guys might like to hear about this one. So I roll into the local filling station to top up the truck. It's the local station where you kinda know everybody. I've got my son with me, we're on our way to a job. Busy times. This young guy walks across the lot there in front of us as we are pulling up to the pumps. Pretty good sized kid. Guy has on one of those somewhat white safari type hats, light colored overcoat, t shirt, tan safari type pants, you know the ones with the extra pockets on the front, different colored socks, and slip on type boat sneakers. It looks to me like he is in deep discussion with himself. "Hhmm" I say out loud. I shoot a quick glance at my boy, he raises his eyes to the ceiling. I nod my head in approval. I park the truck at my usual pump. I get out. CH (crack head), is walking up to this white little Toyota pickup. He kicks the drivers door a couple of times, then gets in side and slams the door. I saunter in to the store. I get to the end of the line. Right in front of me is a fella that I see there every once in a while. He is often on his Harley, a nice clean mid 90's Heritage. He's seen me there on my ancient old sled once or twice. In front of him is the local soccer mom who is holding on to her kids dearly. They look scared. In front of soccer mom is the morning attendant to the gas station. She is crying and on the phone with the local 911 response. Biker guy, who by the way, has on this big open carry knife on his right hip, turns to me and says "You missed all of the excitement". "Apparently" I sum up. "Let me guess" I say to him, "Does it have anything to do with the guy in the little white Toyota?" "Um hmm" says biker guy. "What a shame" I reply,"Beautiful morning, gonna be a nice day too ... oh look, he's beating the ell out of the inside of his truck" as I point out toward CH. Biker guy tells me that he is gonna stay close until the po po shows up in light of the fact that CH pushed the female attendants around a little bit. I frown now and look out upon CH with jaundiced eye.