I was in Downtown Tulsa, and me and this other guy saw this oldish man walking by, obviously drunk. We wanted to ask him something, I don’t remember what. As we walked beside him, he pulled back the bottle of vodka in his hand and cocked it, like he was going to swing at us. Of course we quickly back away. At the time I thought, “There’s a foul tempered guy who isn’t much good to anybody.” Then I heard about how older people are relentlessly victimized on the street, and I wondered if he had just been shaken down by somebody on the street. I’d seen that before. In the YMCA there was this guy who would follow this old man back to his room and rob him at knife point. I kind of wonder just what kind of darkness this “poor, misunderstood boy” had in his soul, or all the other “poor, misunderstood boys” out there.
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aw, that was sad @crimby sorry you had to experience that.
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