Posted: Sep 19, 2005 11:15 pm
I'm the homeless con man you picked up at the BP, Poplar and Estate, the one that rolled a joint in the back seat, then refused to take a hit myself...it was obviously laced with something, as you and your friend got lost on the two minute drive home. Anyway, you drove me to the Wendy's at Poplar and Farmington. You were in a 1985 Buick Skylark, blue, with a digital dash. I walked off with the gallon of Vodka that was in the back seat, and you and your friend just sat there and watched me do it. I told you scary stories about being in jail and how my family didn't want me near the house, though that is where we were going that day. Finally, you said, "this is where you get out." This would have been '91, '92.