Local Nutters
Everywhere in the world has its fair share of deranged people. I grew up in Wolverhampton and remember the Polish tramp who lived in a tent on the roundabout. Legend had it that his coat was stuffed with cash. More recently I notice the guy who spends his day pushing a trolley round Camden Sainsburys shouting, "Best of luck!". Constantly. Tell us about your local nutters. Points for details. Extra points for photos.
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 11:54)
Everywhere in the world has its fair share of deranged people. I grew up in Wolverhampton and remember the Polish tramp who lived in a tent on the roundabout. Legend had it that his coat was stuffed with cash. More recently I notice the guy who spends his day pushing a trolley round Camden Sainsburys shouting, "Best of luck!". Constantly. Tell us about your local nutters. Points for details. Extra points for photos.
( , Thu 16 Sep 2004, 11:54)
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quite a sad story actually
There is an old black man who walks around our town all day everyday. My mom told me that a long time ago his wife and kids were in a car accident and they all died so he basically drank himself into insanity. He's harmless really except for when he shouts at the top of his lungs "Fuck you bitch" or "I'll fucking kill you!" etc. Well according to my mother he is harmless, but one day he decided to prove her wrong by swinging a baseball bat at our heads just before going into the grocery store causing me to bust my ass by falling onto the pavement. Now if I am driving past him or am near him in anyway shape or form I stare directly ahead of me. You know...don't make eye contact. He scares me very much. sorry about the length.
( , Fri 17 Sep 2004, 6:32, Reply)
There is an old black man who walks around our town all day everyday. My mom told me that a long time ago his wife and kids were in a car accident and they all died so he basically drank himself into insanity. He's harmless really except for when he shouts at the top of his lungs "Fuck you bitch" or "I'll fucking kill you!" etc. Well according to my mother he is harmless, but one day he decided to prove her wrong by swinging a baseball bat at our heads just before going into the grocery store causing me to bust my ass by falling onto the pavement. Now if I am driving past him or am near him in anyway shape or form I stare directly ahead of me. You know...don't make eye contact. He scares me very much. sorry about the length.
( , Fri 17 Sep 2004, 6:32, Reply)
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