So, Mike, also known as Drunky McDrunkered, called today, but he didn’t call my number, he called Sammy’s. Sammy said he sounded just as messed up as he did yesterday, but he had a warning for me. The dude was trying to find me and just to be aware.
Sammy amused himself by messing with him. Asking if he knew what day it was? Etc.. Great. Agitated drunk guy. Awesome! From the conversation it was made clear he didn’t understand who he had called. He obviously thought he had dialed my number. Funny thing is, during his drunk haircut he said he had deleted the number I called from earlier that day. I guess not.
Since Clip Joint is literally five minutes from this guy’s house, and I know I’ve already told him on at least one occasion before the drunk fest, where my new shop was, I decided to move my vehicle, and subsequently just leave the property in case he decided during his drunken stupor, it might be a good idea to swing over and say hello while I’m completely alone in the building. Yeah, I’m good.
Being that I live in the van, and he knows what it looks like, I suppose I won’t be crashing any time soon at the shop. It’s not an unsafe neighborhood, but it is very quiet and there isn’t much going on around there at night. I always carry a firearm, but I don’t want to tempt fate, if you know what I mean. Better safe than sorry.
