>be me
>going to the good old liquor store when it's about to open
>Indian walking down sidewalk towards me just as I am about to sprint across traffic cause it's quicker
>HEY BUDS, he yells
>I ignore him and cross
>HEY BUDS, GOT ANY MATCHES he yells at me while I am on the other side of the street.
>Take lighter out of my pocket and throw it to the indian dressed in a flimsy t-shirt as it's snowing
>He yells something back about meeting him there in twenty minutes to get it back
>I don't care, I got a ton of lighters.
>Go to liquor store.
>buy vodka
>leave
>Walking back across the street
>See the Indian again
>now he has no shirt
>also he's fighting another indian
>and a dog
>and has a huge chunk of flesh ripped off his shoulder kinda
>prolly from the dog
>I just keep walking
>see a cop car drive by
>I know where they're going, they always stop at the same place, it's a shitshow round here
>follow them to where they stopped and they are just about to get back in the cruiser
>Hey, hold up I yell
>They heard me, but they didn't hold up.
Fucking pigs man, think I was just yelling at them to stop and chat? Fuck I hate cops.
