Some things people need to learn. Like not pulling a gun. Not pulling a FAKE gun. Not pulling and fully presenting a fake gun at close range.
It made sense that Providence would take a farewell swipe at me. I had been packing out the Monastery and was carrying out an armload of arms, including my favorite round shield, when the downstair neighbor rolled into the stairwell with a black Colt in hand.
Let's call him Pacino. Early 20's, eager to prove, and a bit high strung. ...but I repeat myself (Hell we've all been there.))
Academic Richter-brain noted the orange safety tip, but Pragmatic Richter brain insisted on moving the firearm away from me regardless. Contact confirmed the thing was plastic. The shield had Pacino's plastic pointed at not me, and I was in his space in quick order. It doesn no good for a Holy Man (tm) to recklessly kill. I'm a little more flexible on the subject of kneecaps, which Pacino and I discussed.
This parting drama was laughed about as I had a farewell beer or 5 with Pacino, Emperor Norton, and the other ususal suspects later that night.
A strangely affable parting shot from the city. I don't miss the late night brawls outside my window, the rabid Columbus days, or stepping over heroin needles to get to the Jeep. There's always a quality to the place that will stick with me. Africa never let go of Alan Quartermain - neither will Providence ever entirely give up me.
Some places leave a stamp on us. I'll always have a little bit of Oakland, and a little bit of the Straits of Juan de Fuca.
Where you holed up now, buddy?
And Providence shrank and Providence shrank to a mote of dust.
Allowing Richter to move to Mass was kinda like throwing a shark in a pig pen. The pigs don't know what the fuck is going on, but they know they don't like it.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on December 12, 2014, 03:36:36 PM
Allowing Richter to move to Mass was kinda like throwing a shark in a pig pen. The pigs don't know what the fuck is going on, but they know they don't like it.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
That is possibly the best analogy I've ever seen.
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on December 12, 2014, 03:49:31 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on December 12, 2014, 03:36:36 PM
Allowing Richter to move to Mass was kinda like throwing a shark in a pig pen. The pigs don't know what the fuck is going on, but they know they don't like it.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
That is possibly the best analogy I've ever seen.
I've met Richter, and I've met people from Mass.
:crankey:
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on December 12, 2014, 04:14:34 PM
:crankey:
So, you're saying you want Richter in the pen with you?
IS THAT YOUR FINAL ANSWER?
:baby:
I'm a bit north of Providence now. Technically still RI, but I can jizz on Mass if I put my mind to it.
None of you are safe.
I put on my robe and wizard's hat.
Quote from: Richter on December 12, 2014, 11:19:32 PM
I'm a bit north of Providence now. Technically still RI, but I can jizz on Mass if I put my mind to it.
None of you are safe.
Sweet home Massachusetts/where the skies have multiple personality disorder