By Roger Bill.
BANNERMAN PARK – He lies down on the grass. No blanket. Loose black shorts. Black hat. Black sneakers. No shirt. Gold necklace. Right arm tattooed from his shoulder to his wrist. Right leg tattooed from his knee to his ankle. Sunglasses. Can of beer. Cell phone in his hand.
On one call he was offering advice to a friend who was in a spot of trouble. It is the kind of advice you’d pay a criminal defense lawyer $300 an hour for. “Look,” he said, “it’s a $500 fine. . .take the fine. . .that’s what I do . . .then I don’t pay.”
On the next call he says, “I’ve only had one beer.” Presumably, the person on the other end was asking if he has been drinking or how much he was drinking. It was 3 PM on a sunny Thursday afternoon. The takeaway from hearing just one side of the conversation is that he is talking to a woman who relies on him for some of her financial well being or parenting or is seeing him later with friends and doesn’t want to be embarrassed if he shows up ripped. He calls her “Honey.”
The skeet in sunglasses told the first person he talked with, “You know you really can’t trust somebody until you fuck them.” He didn’t call that person he talked with “Honey”. The guy was full of advice. Drinking beer and laying on a blanket in the park with your shirt off on a sunny day.
Another Skeet on a Cell Phone
The skeet was sitting on one of the benches. . .they don’t often seem to sit on the benches . . .and he kept dialing up one person after another. . .and he kept calling the people on the other end of the call “Bro” except one person who I expect was a woman. He said, “I love ya.”
He told one of the Bros he was talking with to come to the park and described where the bench he was sitting on was located. Finally, the Bro showed up. And the Bro asked the skeet how much money he needed for what ever was being purchased and the skeet said “$70” and the Bro said, “I have 3 twenty-dollar bills and a 10-dollar bill. . .is that enough?” The skeet on the bench said, “Yes, bro, that’s enough.”
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