Karma, The Korean, and the Hobo..........

No doubt you rubes have been on pins and needles waiting for the second part of my previous post. There hasn't been a more anticipated cliffhanger since JR got a cap popped in his ass on Dallas. The problem with writing a 2 part post is waiting too long to write the second part. My short term memory sucks major balls, I forgot what I was going to write. Thanks weed. I'm sure it would have changed all of your lives, but you'll just have to take my word for it. Goodbye Pulitzer. Still I feel obligated to throw you all a bone. Heh. So consider this a consolation post/  special edition, or whatever.

So, I'm heading to work yesterday, I'm on Armour just west of Main near my former digs, minding my own biz wax. All a sudden I hear tires doing the locked brake boogie, followed by a little bit of metal on metal crash bang booming. I look in my rear view just in time to see some guy coming back down to earth along with his bike. I stop in front of the Red Cross building, the driver of the car that hit the guy stops, a Korean lady ( I can tell the difference. No stereotype.) gets out of the car all hysterical and shit. Having just run over a midtown hobo on a 10 speed will do that to you.  The guy is laying in the middle of Armour road doing the Curly Joe. Remember how Curly would run in circles while laying on his side in those old 3 Stooges flicks? He finally gets up and starts stumbling around in the middle of the road. Cars are flying around him and the hysterical Korean (trust me, she is Korean) lady. Nobody stops.  Fuck my life, so I turn around and park my car in front of dudes fucked the fuck up 10 speed with my flashers on. I call 911. A old hippie lady who reeks of Patchouli oil arrives on the scene and tries to comfort the crying Korean lady, whilst keeping clear of the punch drunk homeless dude.

There are pipe fittings and short pieces of copper pipe scattered all over the street. Homeless guy was apparently excavating job sites for scrap prior to going ass over tea kettle over the hood of a Honda. I tell him to sit his ass down, helps on the way. He continues to walk around ignoring the cars, picking up his treasures. The 911 operator is yacking in my ear, the Korean Lady is getting a hug from the Hippie lady, and the homeless dude is asking me if I see his glasses. At one point the Korean lady breaks free of the hippie lady and walks up to the homeless guy , her face all screwed up from bawling, she says " I'll buy you a new bike".

When the ambulance, pronounced "Amblance" in midtown, arrives homeless dude gets pissed off, at me. As the 2 cop cars show up, followed by a big ass fire truck, homeless dude starts giving me a bunch of sass. In between asking me if I see his glasses, he starts bitchin about me calling 911. Dude has about three or four goose eggs on his forehead, otherwise he seems okay.  He's steady giving me lip for trying to help his goofy ass out. I'm thinking I'm going to be late because I stopped to help this douche bag.  Meanwhile, the hippie lady is giving a statement to the cops who have managed to get the hobo to sit his ass down while the Amblance people check him out. Ironically, and kind of funny-ish, dudes bike is laying in a heap right next to one of those bike lane symbols that are painted on the street.  Homeless dude is giving me the fish eye for calling all of this attention to him, pipes and fittings are still scattered all over the street, and a couple of the cops are looking for dudes glasses.

I ask one of the cops if I can go as I'm late for work. He tells me to go ahead. As I get back in  my car the main thought running through my mind is how this fucking guy got mouthy with me for trying to help him out, that and a mental image of the crying Korean lady who kind of reminded me of an old episode of Mash where the cleaning lady had a crush on Hawkeye Pierce.

 I'm thinking to myself that there's just no fucking being nice in this world as I pull away. Then I hear it! Karma. Who knew Karma makes a sound exactly like the sound of a car tire obliterating a pair of glasses. As I drove west on armour road I could see the homeless ingrate and 2 cops standing exactly in the same spot my car had been parked in, all staring down at the ground.

They had fun with it..........

They were lined up along the shoulder of the road. One after the other. About 20 feet apart. Six of them in all.  I had maybe a couple of seconds to take it in as my car sped by. When I saw the first one I thought it was just a clump of mud that had come loose from a passing truck. By the third I assumed they were bits of one animal that had been hit trying to cross the highway. The final two, I finally realized. They were kittens, maybe 6 or 8 weeks old, I'm guessing on the age. It took about another 5 minutes for it to sink in, what I'd glimpsed in passing at 70 mph. Northbound 35, just south of the Iowa border. I run this same route Monday through Friday. Bleached out  farm buildings, falling in on themselves. Land as flat and drab as western Kansas. Six dead cats, spaced evenly, one after the other.  I figure he , and it's almost always a he, must have thrown them out the window of his vehicle as it rolled down the highway. That would account for the even spacing. One after another, until they were no longer a nuisance. Certainly easier than being bothered with finding homes or a shelter. In my minds eye I picture a  beat up pickup truck. A couple of half drunk shit heels, giggling like school girls as the one in the passenger seat tosses out the living breathing bundles of fur.

Of course I have no way of knowing the type of vehicle or who was in it. But the spacing of the dead kittens makes it a no brainer as to how they ended up there. So I think about it, chew on it.  I decide whoever did it must have enjoyed it. He had fun with it. 

The joint was , and always will be, filled with guys like I just described, I suppose you could find some comfort in that. Several of the clowns in the video posted the other day fall under the same umbrella. Life of any variety has zero value. Most of you won't find yourselves at a hip hop venue, so you can rest easy in that regard. The problem is, you just never know when you are going to cross paths with someone with that mindset, the one that has slipped through the cracks, spent a life flying under the radar. Maybe  he kept his powder dry by tossing cats out his car window or smacking the wife and kids around. One day he wakes up and those faithful standbys just don't do it for him anymore.

I knew a guy like that, grew up in the same part of town, ran in some of the same circles. Like most of the guys I knew, he went on to try his hand in the dope trade. Like most of the people who get in that game he was his own best customer. Unlike most he was as sadistic a prick that ever walked the streets. I heard shit from time to time and it never came as a shock, as crazy as the stories were, it was right up his alley. There are a couple of incidents that stand out. Some junkie gets him to front him a bag of dope, tells him he has a customer waiting with the cash. But there isn't any customer, just the dope fiend and a ravenous monkey on his back demanding to be fed. We'll call the dealer Doug and the fiend Curtis, because that's their names. So Doug puts out some feelers, probably offered up a little powdered reward. He gets a call, catches Curtis in the wrong place.  Curtis ends up spending a few hours, buck naked in a metal folding chair, doused in water. He gets familiar with the bare wires from a hot extension cord. I heard Curtis left town after that, but who knows.

There was another story going around about Doug giving some girl a hot shot. I heard it was Red Devil lighter fluid mixed with some kind of dope, most likely coke or meth since that's what he peddled. An older guy, a fence who bought the stolen stuff Doug acquired from junkies related both of those stories to me. This was 20 years ago, but I still recall how the fence  got kind of scared talking about it. He  whispered even though there was no one near us at the bar we were in at the time.   A few years ago I heard Doug got his ticket punched. Not for nothin, but the worlds a better place if it's true.

So what's the connection? Cats tossed out of moving cars and a sociopath /small time drug dealer.  You'll have to wait to find out.
To be continued.......

Fast Eddie Friday...I didn't know they stacked stupid that high.

This is what it's come to. Trying to decide if I should write about the Bunny Lady of Roeland Park, a suburb of Kansas City, or should I just leave it alone. I mean it's too easy, isn't it? Local nut Job busts an egg filled with confetti over the head of a TSA nimrod at the Philly airport. She gets cuffed and held for 3 hours, can't seem to figure out why. Que the friend coming to her defense. Baul's best friend, Julia Spears, says that the authorities have Baul, who is set to graduate with a Masters Degree from Baker University in May, all wrong. "If they really knew her, they would understand it's not harmful," said Spears. "It wasn't hurtful. It wasn't negative."

 Personally I think they should have given her a cavity search. Who in their right mind, in today's climate, in a fuckin airport no less, goes around doing stupid shit like this? Answer, the same type of person who runs around in a pink and green bunny suit. These TSA people are mostly borderline retards as it is. They need to focus on spotting possible security risks. Some basket case in a pink bunny suit just muddies up the water. Toss this whack job in a rabbit hutch for 6 months.

I suppose I could write about the impending doom via the government shut down. Now there's a serious subject. Right? Surely I can muster up some major outrage and righteous indignation. If not for this guy.

John (I'm all verklempt) Boehner. This clown cries at the drop of a hat. As fed up as I am with both sides of the aisle, this fuckin guy is really getting on my last nerve.

We have business as usual in Washington. Two dogs fighting over the same bone. Each side blaming the other for not being able to pass a budget. So the leader of the republicans gets all weepy and shit. Not for nothing, but I've been on the fence with the Dems for a while now. I've actually started leaning toward some of the messages the conservatives have been tossing out there. Then Boehner goes and fucks things up with yet another crying jag. How am I to take the republican party seriously when their front man bursts into tears like a goddamn baby every time you turn around? Could you imagine if this guy was president for christ sake? If you think the world doesn't respect us because our current President is more than a little wishy washy, just imagine if we had Boehner for a president. Grenada would probably invade us. We'd be the Rodney Dangerfield of the world.

Last but definetly not the least. As Boehner gently weeps, and the gubmint is as fucked up as a soup sandwich, where pray tell is our leader? Now you may recall that I had high hopes for bama when he won the election. I thought, and said as much, "here's a smart guy". I was smoking some pretty good weed back in those days. I still am, but as good as it is, I can't get high enough to think highly of the big O.  The president spent Wednesday evening swinging off of Al Sharptons ball sack.  This is the same guy who caused riots over the fake rape of  Twana Brawley.  The same guy who said.....

"White folks were in caves while we were building empires…. We taught philosophy and astrology and mathematics before Socrates and those Greek homos ever got around to it."

  Nero fiddled while Rome burned. Obama pandered for votes and played political grab ass with a guy he avoided like the plague before the last election when he should have been standing on Boehner and Reeds necks.  I'm over the hope and change song and dance. I've been bamboozled, hoodwinked, and hustled. I can usually see through bull shit a mile away, but this guy fooled me. I hate admitting I was wrong, but I was.

This would never happen at a George Jones concert....................

This video comes by way of Byron Crawford.  For those of you unfamiliar with Byron, who blogs under the pseudonym Bol, he is a St. Louis blogger who made his name in the Hip Hop world. You are probably asking yourself why in the hell is MM reading a hip hop blog? Good question, simply put the guy is funny as hell. He also isn't afraid to call shit as he sees it. Local blogger Tony of TKC credits Bol for a good deal of his writing / bloggy style.  If you hate TKC, you probably won't dig Bol. But that's not the point.  This video is the point, which originates from another hip hop site , World Star Hip Hop.

The video is grainy, a little hard to follow at times, but hang in there and watch it all the way through. There are several pistol whippings. An east St. Louis police officer walking away from the mayhem, and so much more. Watch it. I rarely post videos because this ain't that kind of joint. This one however speaks for itself.  How and why this isn't all over the news and web is beyond me.