Crazy People

What is it about me and crazy people?

The other day I was getting the brakes done on my car, I was sitting outside reading the paper minding my own business when a guy who is also getting his car fixed starts talking to me.

He starts in about how he makes people money off of investing. I'm thinking that you don't look like some one I'd give my money to (missing teeth and gardening gloves hanging out of his pocket). He goes on about how he's putting in a fence or something and has to carry boulders and tree stumps up a hill and almost fell down and hit his head on a rock.

I say, "Sounds like hard work."

He says, "No not me I told you I make people money. I don't work"

"Ah, I see"

Goes on about how he was in jail for "messing some guy up." The judge gave him 3 years and since he knows Karate he is considered a lethal weapon.

"Ah. So you have to ghet them to hit you first."

"Yea cuz I'll mess 'em up, but I'm smart. They don't realize it but I'm smart. If I get them to hit me first it's all over.

Im thinking where is my damd car.

Then asks me how to cash a third party check. I givehim some B.S. answer about using his bosses account because that is what he wanted to hear.

Where is MY CAR!!!

Next story is about how Christmas is about capitalism and he is the only one who understands it and he is going to explain it to me.

HELP!

Oh btw some gang is after him. I did not ask why.

Yay my car is ready and I'm willing to pay the $350 to get out of there.