some crazy woman just yelled at me in a pawnshop
 

wtf? I just pulled up in the parking lot and parked my car and went in the pawnshop. as i got out of my car, i noticed someone in the truck next to me, but i didn't look at them. when i was walking in i heard some cussing from the truck but just ignored it. i was looking at their shitty guitars when i heard that now familiar cussing in the store getting closer to me. suddenly this crazy bitch was in my face asking me what the fuck was my problem. i was dumbfounded, and didnt say much besides 'i have no idea what you are talking about' and shes like 'bullshit' but she never said what i did. the store clerk told her to take it outside while she walked away muttering stuff about 'stupid motherfucking whiteys' or some shit.

There are many mentally ill people on the streets.

what the hell man. maybe she is a disgruntled fan?

yeah!

Probably just off her meds.

Or on something. I hear acid's making a comeback.

Did you know good sex is coming back?

me being one of them. lock your windows kids. i would never think of entering through the door.

there's a mad man in my city that everytimes he sees me he goes "stand back,demon!" or "go away SATAN!" he looks like a mix between andy warhol and oscar wilde and some people who know him told me he never says those things to random persons,just to me.i don't know wether to feel honoured or worried about that.it's kinda scary.i want to take a picture of him,but i can't get close enough,he goes away yelling those things against me.i never spoke to him,i think he's genuinely scared.bah.

that is so awesome.

yeah(maybe),the first time i was "parking" my bike and i turned and this man was looking right into my eyes.he had that velvet scarf,his white hair, and after a few seconds he said "stand back,demon!" and rushed away.amazing.that was the first time ever i saw that guy around my city,then it happened again a few times,once i was just walking with a girlie girl and he crossed our path,yelled his exclamations and changed diretion,i pretended it was a "normal" thing and the girl looked at me like i was some sort of real demon for all the day.it was fun.

my uncle works in a high security 'special hospital' for people who either were in priosn and went mad or who have mental problems and cant be in prison. the things he tells me! it would turn your hair white.

i live in berlin. i see crazy people all day.

Crazy religious types are better than crazy hobos. I don't like crazy hobos. Most of the hobos I meet are rather friendly, though.

i'd like to have white hair.and there's a chance i'll spend new year's eve in berlin.we should meet,so by the time i come bak in italy i'll have a huge hangover and white hair.nice!i played a pc game called farenheit and there's a section where you control a girl in a prison for mad people and the light goes out and you have to walk around in the dark trying not to make noise to avoid being found by those madmen and you hear them breathing and saying strange things,it's scary...i can't imagine how sary would it be in the "real world".

We should cherish the wheelchair people!

maybe she had you confused with some "whitey" she fronted some drugs to who later didn't pay her back and/or she's a paranoid schizophrenic.

that's my best guess.

haha that was my guesses.

Could easily be acid. It's really big in ottawa and you can get it nearly anywhere. I was downtown at 11:30pm and I was walking casually towards the busstop with my ex and this guy in front of me was like "DON'T FUCKIN' LOOK AT ME" and that caught my attention, so I looked and he said "Seriously, I'll punch your face in if you look at me again". Retards.

sorta similar to this, except i get the idea that tis cat was an addict.. anyways. my story involves this fucking teenage delinquent mongoloid. witrh no provoking, this dude starts getting all up in my crews business. "what the fuck you lookin' at!?" etc. well, later on in the story, he attemtped to take money from this cat who we don't normally hang out with (he offered it.. dumb idea...) and that resulted in me getting asked. i said no, and got a threat of being stabbed.

i love bums.

We love you too Cantankerous!

it's not mean if it's true!

You know, I don't know that I've ever really met any bums.

There was once this guy with two different shoes that used to walk around the wooded area near these train tracks that used to creep me out. But I never talked to him or anything.

I prefer drunks.

I get yelled at by Janice our resident loony all the time. One time my friend was parked next to the downtown fountain and we were just chillin' and she starts to try and open my friend's vehicle. My friend told her to get away and she started telling my other friend Taylor he was in the Beatles and he was her son. She fried her brains on drugs.

she probably thought I was a drug dealer that burned her, since she never said what i did. i kinda look like one right now with my messy mop.

Or, needing a fix, it could have been simply a con she angrily decided to try and pull, but then she backed out as reality and the prospect of cops being called by the store owners dawned on her.

When I first read your post, CHOUT, I had a deju vu of something similar happening to me once, but I can't remember details.

yep. just like mark david chapmin and john lennon

if that waas in response to me.. this dude wasn't a bum. like i said,, retard teenage delinquent.

you should have been like "i hate you bitch, you stole my childhood"