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Saturday night Joey, Faye, and I were hanging out down by the river next to Old Chicago. This asshole kept riding his bike at full speed along the sidewalk sidewinding his way through people. Later on he noticed my ACDC shirt and said I like Danzig better and pointed to his tatoo. Then he told me about how he lives down in the housing projects and hates all the niggers around him. He told me that he ran a chainsaw all day, but didn't mention anything about wood so I think he killed some people or something. Then we exchanged some jokes, and then he told me the names of all the girls he's fucked. Instead of saying pussy he would make the noise of a drop of water hitting a pool. That dripping noise was his way of saying pussy. After about 20 minutes I didn't want to talk to this guy anymore. I made up a story about how we had to get to a movie and he just kept talking as we walked off. So the moral of this story is when the weather gets nice the most fucked up people come out of the woodwork.