Would lace up my grass stained New Balances for this one.
No, bro, you wouldn't.
I wasn't going to add anymore to this story but as a post script.
I'm leaving Ft. WORTH today. Odd little town. Seems like it would be a lot of fun on the weekends or during the right time of year. Many of the local women are exactly what you think a Texas cowgirl should look like: blonde, big tits, firm, tan, fit, and full of goofy little stereotypical sayings such as "we lik'em big in Texas!" Said with enthusiasm , a big grin and a southern drawl. I thought about extending my stay to try to see what the weekend offers.
Anyway, I thought Denise's sordid tale was behind me but alas. I went to grab food for my hotel room and there's a transient dude digging through a dumpster. He's pissed off, yelling, talking out loud, throwing shit all over the side walk.... now earlier in the week I walked past this dumpster and it stunk so fucking bad I made a mental note to walk on the opposite side of the street; think old grease from a fryer and hot garbage baked in 100 degree Texas heat.
So I cross the street to avoid the bum, to avoid the trash He's throwing everywhere and to avoid the stink. As I cross the street I realize he's not yelling/talking to himself, he's yelling at Denise who is laying down in a flower planter that is built up around a tree. (Think of a nice touristy downtown and the oversized planters and trees that dot the sidewalks)
Anyhow, she starts yelling at the dude, the dude is yelling at her- just bat shit crazy bum stuff. Anyway the guy charges across the street and she starts running toward me asking to use my phone. I tell her No and keep walking.
But the guy doesn't stop, it looks like he's going to start kicking her ass. It looks like he's going to punch her in the face and I stop and say "hey man, don't. " he now focuses on me and says "oh you want to be part of this too?" And steps toward me. He pulls his hand back further in an odd way, not like a punch so I look closer and the fucker has a box cutter in his hand and he's about a foot away from her and she's way too close to me, reaching for my phone (which is in my hand. (Because like every other dumbest I can't take two steps without looking at my phone)
My natural reaction was like 'holy shit!' I step back and tell him not to fuck with me. Then I say 'there's three cops right there. (There weren't but it was enough to cause him to go back to dumpster diving).
It was a little too close for comfort. I walk into a CVS and grab my shit (energy drinks, snacks etc) now I'm actually starting to get passed. I'm saying to myself 'that mother fucker just fucking threatened me with a fucking box cutter. That piece of shit. Sonofabitch!"
I leave CVS. Step outside and I don't see either of them. I look around and off in the distance I can hear their lunatic conversation at the volume of screaming and yelling. I can see them walking side by side arguing over some garbage procured from the dumpster.
Eh... Ft Worth has its charms but I'm not extending my stay. In fact I don't ever need to see it again.
