2006-01-12 - 4:03 p.m.
Nuzzle nuzzle So I get back from 12th night on Sunday, after picking up Elena and then dropping off the Nealsons at their exclusive private gated community, (also known as Umstead State Park) I got home around 10:30 or so. At around 11:45 there is a knock at my front door, which surprised the dogs as much as me, (way to go guys, so much for your �canine supersense.�) I open my door to find Dude, the strung out crackhead/stoner. He is a white kid, probably 19 or 20, long hair, baggy pants, �call central casting and ask for white inner city drugie,� type. He is also cold and pathetic looking. �Hey man can I come in and use your phone, it�s really cold out here� If you�ve been to my place, you�ll understand the humor in that request. (I don�t have heat or a phone) �Come on in, but there�s no heat or phone� He looks dazed, and doesn�t even react to my big dog Mokie who jumps up on him and sniffs a bit. (Mokie probably outweighs him) He says that he and his friend were in an accident and needs to call someone to get them. I ask him where the accident was and if his friend needs help, �That way man, f*ck, (pointing towards the tree line) and f*ck if I know where he f*cking is man, f*uck, he just f*ucking took off� As a former user of the f-word I have to say that I was impressed with his usage, and the dexterity and frequency at which he was able to insert it into just about any phrase. I should add that this is the stoner usage of that epithet �Like, fuuuuuu*k dude� Not to be confused with the Mafia usage �F*ck you, you f*cking f*ck! *The remainder of this story has been removed for privacy purposes. If you�d like to read it, (and I know you), e-mail me and I�ll send it to you.* -Justus
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