I run into strange characters during my dog walks. One of these characters is a short man that I always find near the Wedge Co-Op on my morning dog walks to Lake of the Isles.
He usually sits on a retention wall with a large beer can. This is usually around 9am so I guess these are his breakfast beers. This guy continually tries to start conversations with me. I smile and avoid eye contact.
He told me that he is from Mississippi. He just got out of prison and he doesn’t know anyone up here. He also likes rottweilers.
I now avoid that area on my morning dog walks and haven’t seen the felon in a month.
So I was surprised this afternoon when I opened my apartment building’s door and saw the felon and a cracked-out woman. They were lurking by the door, waiting to be let in.
I had already opened the door when I noticed them, so I was screwed. They rushed the door:
Crackella: “Excuse me, I left my shrimp upstairs.”