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Tuesday, August 24, 2004

street story: it happened at seven eleven

funny shit that sev. full of insane people.

ruzz: do you have any tubes?

Melanie the Sev Girl: tubes. tubes. hrm. no tubes.
they come in tonight, in about 30 mins..

ruzz: well, i will just wait then (sarcasm)

Melanie the Sev Girl: well, it isn't like you don't know
where the magazine rack is.

20040824_020626_0067ruzz: no. me thinks i will purchase them from
a more reputable establishment

Melanie the Sev Girl, clearing her throat: fuck you.

ruzz, after a long pause: you know mel, if i didn't
know you were under a lot of pressure to pay off
your bad gambling debts --she lost $40 to judekyle
betting on the flames over lightning-- i would be

Melanie the Sev Girl: oh thats harsh man.

ruzz: i didn't want to bring it up but..

Melanie the Sev Girl: listen, we won, we did
really we did win. okay, we lost but we won
you know?

ruzz: no, i don't know, mel, in this world
when you pay someone, it's cus you lost and when
they pay you, it's cuz you won.. see?

Melanie the Sev Girl stares blankly.

ruzz: see? it's like a ... a... a system to help you
know when..

Melanie the Sev Girl: oh shut up.

Melanie the Sev Girl: we won, thats the bottom line

Touque wearing sev guy from the back: see, now i you
did it, now look at the shit i have to listen to for the rest
of the night man

ruzz: i do what i can

Touque wearing sev guy from the back: Shes going to
go on and on and on

Touque wearing sev guy from the back: and on

Touque wearing sev guy from the back: and on

ruzz: sorry man, it aint so bad, you got what? five
hours left

Touque wearing sev guy from the back looks to be
readying a hogie for tossing at ruzz.

ruzz exits.

that sev, man that sev have i got stories. i once lost an three hours of time there. gone. okay, so i was stoned on acid and locked in while we wait for the cops to come (after a huge brawl in the parking lot) but still, they are gone, mathematically gone. and, i once got banned from that sev for stealing a bottle of.. wait for it.. KETCHUP. yeah. fuck.

don't ask.

Posted by ruzz on August 24, 2004 at 03:05 AM in street stories | Permalink


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Ketchup? Was this a Victor Hugo loaf of bread sort of theft, or was it in conjuction with the stoned on acid and the ketchup told you to steal it sort of theft?

Posted by: Stephen | Aug 24, 2004 9:40:53 AM

Just tell me you didn't drink it.

Posted by: absolut doc | Aug 24, 2004 10:20:01 AM

she's still bitching about her bad bet? there are three things in this world that are certain: don't start a land war in eastern europe, the love of my babies, and that you never, ever, bet against the prophet judekyle.

Posted by: jude | Aug 25, 2004 12:44:24 PM


Posted by: ruzz | Aug 25, 2004 1:03:17 PM

never go up against a Sicilian when death is on the line

Posted by: absolut doc | Aug 25, 2004 1:53:25 PM