He approached me in the parking lot of the State Store. “Got $.40?”
“What you going to do with $.40?”
“I’ll take…?”
Gave him a $1.00. Took a few shots.
“How did you hurt your head?”
“Me and xxxx moved some furniture.”
“Have too much to drink?”
“No.”
When we came out of the store, having bought our own drinks, he asked me to buy his woman a bottle. I refused. “Why won’t you do me a favor? I got the money.”
Tell that guy next time you seem him he has skin cancer in his head.