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this was a few years ago.
billy, had a tattoo artist friend - larue. he's this really tall, skinny, haggard looking motherfucker with stringy hair hanging down his back and like three teeth.
he had a tattoo shop a few years and was doing pretty well. until he started drinking and doing drugs before going in to work, and fucking up everyone's tattoos. so he lost his business, his home, his wife, etc.
billy tried to get mom to let larue move into my old room. she was like "fuck no," and larue moved into the shed. he paid rent by giving us his food stamps.
larue lived in our shed for a few months, using assloads of electricity and drinking himself stupid every day. until one day, mom and i went to the store to do some grocery shopping. we came back, and there was blood smeared all over the walls in the house. everywhere. we walked into the kitchen, and there was this broken glass dish on the floor and bloody handprints on the refrigerator. chicken carcasses were scattered throughout the backyard, and larue was nowhere to be found.
larue stumbled in hours later, drunk and unable to remember anything that had happened. mom got really mad and kicked him out.
larue's wife called later that night to tell us that larue was fucked up out of his mind and had been driving slowly up and down the street, bumping into cars and honking his horn and screaming unintelligible bullshit out of his window.
billy, had a tattoo artist friend - larue. he's this really tall, skinny, haggard looking motherfucker with stringy hair hanging down his back and like three teeth.
he had a tattoo shop a few years and was doing pretty well. until he started drinking and doing drugs before going in to work, and fucking up everyone's tattoos. so he lost his business, his home, his wife, etc.
billy tried to get mom to let larue move into my old room. she was like "fuck no," and larue moved into the shed. he paid rent by giving us his food stamps.
larue lived in our shed for a few months, using assloads of electricity and drinking himself stupid every day. until one day, mom and i went to the store to do some grocery shopping. we came back, and there was blood smeared all over the walls in the house. everywhere. we walked into the kitchen, and there was this broken glass dish on the floor and bloody handprints on the refrigerator. chicken carcasses were scattered throughout the backyard, and larue was nowhere to be found.
larue stumbled in hours later, drunk and unable to remember anything that had happened. mom got really mad and kicked him out.
larue's wife called later that night to tell us that larue was fucked up out of his mind and had been driving slowly up and down the street, bumping into cars and honking his horn and screaming unintelligible bullshit out of his window.