That's always a good time.
I feel your pain, as I am a crazy bum magnet. I even had an encounter yesterday at the train station. Here are just a few of many examples:
Las Vegas (late night/early morning on the strip)
Wild-eyed, bearded meth-head says to me, "Can I have a smoke?"
I hand him two and ask if he needs a light.
His eyes get even wider and he starts screaming, "I'm gonna kill you, lip skin!" He chases me down the strip for almost a block. I am drunk and running.
San Diego (while enjoying a bloody mary in Seaport Village):
Wild-eyed dude in a ripped suit says to me, "God has a plan for you."
I say, "Thank you."
He says that god is going to bring floods and then burn all my lady friends till they're dead (I was with my wife and her sister).
I say, "No he's not."
He proceeds to yell to everyone else at the restaurant that I am the president of NAMBLA.
Police escort him away.
Columbus (Short North)
Chill bum says to me, "Hey my brother."
I say, "Hey."
"Lemme ask you somethin'," he says. "Both our heads could be wine bottles. We could go out for food. We could live life, man. Then when you don't expect it, I take you to the desert and I cut you. I stick you."
He pulls out a tiny knife and I run.
Columbus (Gay St. walking to The Bucket for practice with a 6 pack in hand)
Crazy bum lady (some of you may know her as Queenie) says to me, "That's a lot of beer."
I say, "Yeah but I need it. It's my medicine."
She stares at me all offended, then whips down her pants, squats and starts peeing while staring me in the eye.
I lock the Bucket's front door behind me.
okay. couple questions.. do you at all resemble this lip skin? it may be a case of mistaken identity.
2) are you affiliated with nambla in anyway? you may want to distance yourself. cancel your membership if needed.
3) is there anyway queenie thought you said "can i watch you pee?" instead of "it's my medicine." ? that could explain it. just sayin. could be some reasonable miscommunication