in South Carolina, mindin' my own damn bidness; and I get a phone call.
Dave from down the street here in SC calls me and sez Ghost from MI, sez
hi.
Seems his daughter takes clients out to hockey games in Michigan...
Small fuckin' world.
Gotta keep lookin' over yer shoulder, never knows who's watchin'.
Kinda reminds me of a guy my daughter was datin' in college. He was a
'little rich kid' that was a spoiled brat; and was always touchin' base
with the law in some form or another. The daughter finally saw the
light and dumped him, but he kept calling her anyway. He was from the
Philly area and didn't take heed when she told him her daddy would be
'calling on him shortly'. I didn't. But a friend did. Walked right up
to him on a street in his hometown, tapped on his shoulder and whispered
in his ear... "Len can touch you from anywhere." Never heard from him
again.
ASSHOLE#104 Len