Evenings at the Big D Ranch lately have been spiced up lately by some really high-quality crazies.
First there’s Grizzled Prospector Man. He has a mop of gray hair, a scraggly beard, bad teeth, and a too-friendly grin. He always wants a cigarette from whomever’s smoking, but it gets worse. He then wants to sit down and join the conversation, which he will enrich with inappropriate laughter, long red-eyed stares, and 2 minutes straight of grinning and nodding.
Much more frightening is Twitch ‘n’ Stare, who’s been there at least the last two nights. He’s about 40, very tan, short hair, dark eyes and hair. He appears to be tweaking pretty severely and is restless to the point of violence. He picks up a chair and walks about with it, sits, smokes, watches the TV inside the Napa from outside, goes from table to table. Occasionally he’ll say something or try to break into a conversation like GPM above, but with a bouncy, angry edge to him, as though he’s torn between twin desires to say howdy and to slit your throat.
The other night as I was going to my car he cruised by and leered out of his car, sending beams of demonic energy directly into my eyes and paralyzing me like a deer.
I’m afraid, Mommy.
Be My Blog 
Occasionally he’ll say something or try to break into a conversation like GPM above, but with a bouncy, angry edge to him, as though he’s torn between twin desires to say howdy and to slit your throat.
Do I really come across like that?
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well..
Sometimes we communicate things without knowing it! đŸ™‚
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This makes me not miss D’s so much. One of the last times I was there before I left, I was accosted by Crackhead Bike-Stealer John. He asked for a smoke and I gave him one to get him to go away. Then he sat down and just hung out. I was reading and he just sat there being shirtless and making harfing noises. I walked inside and I think odradak showed up and kept me company till he left. Eeesh.
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Yeah and after he left he kinda drove around the parking lot then parked… He then walked past BC and I, then returned and asked for change for a dollar. I pointed out that 7-11 was across the street. His comment was somethign to the effect “they runnin?” I replied “Ees they are open 24 hours.”
Then he walked back to his car and opened and started rumageing through the trunk, at that point BC and I decided to run for the hills since that is the best place to hide a rifle. On my way out I almost said something to the wonderfull manager, but decided explaining things to him would have been pointless…
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and silly me… i thought i was missin stuff =P
i went by there after work today hoping to see some of you d’s people, but alas i get off work too early for anyone to be there and i’m too lazy to leave my house after dark…
the people that work there these days are strange too. there was a blonde that wouldn’t give me my blended caramel mocha until he was through discussing with me his quest to find a specific serial killer shirt. (i was wearing a serial killer shirt today) he was shorter than me, and that is scary. i know that you really wanted to know this.
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some friends and i were discussing our own local coffee shop freaks tonight, but the one night i spent up there proved to be scary enough.
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Have you seen Don around?
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Which Don? Ebony or Ivory?
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or bat face Don?
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I saw bat don at Ruba the other night. He was really stoned.
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Did grizzled prospector man have messed up fingers? I think I jammed with that guy.
Here I’ve been at home getting things done and I’ve missing the schitzo season at D’s???
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