No Quarter

[gonzo]

I cant ever catch a break.

This weekend I decided to go get some exercise so I conned one of the local tour guides to go with me to Blowing Rock,NC to do a breakin/ tune up hike.
Of course when I get up to go it looks like rain but Im stubborn and I give her the excuse that its a nice place and if all else fails we can find something else to do.

The weather does clean up and we set off on this short trail to the foot of some falls. Now if youve been hiking you know foot of falls means its all downhill which also means its UPHILL the entire way back.

Its been 4 months since my last hike to the top of Blood Mountian before Internext and this 3 mile hike damn near killed me. So the break in the weather really was no favor to me at all. Its a real pisser when your trying to impress a woman and she stands at the top of a hill laughing at you because you are out of breath. Its ok though. Payback is a mother and I think my recovery is rapid enough that Ill be fine after a few more of these.

Then we will see whos laughing.

After one of these hikes you know a fat boy is looking forward to a solid meal. So I asked the car what was around close by in Blowing Rock. The Crazy White Devil Woman chose Italian and the closest thing by was an American/Italian place called Ichabods.

American/Italian should have been the first warning sign and when an Italian place has no garlic bread and the special is a Prime Rib dinner - we should have left.

It gets worse as we are treated to a 4 car pile up on a bridge over the Catawba river basin and enjoy a nice 30 minute pause in the return trip. They broke into the CWDW's nap and she was sleeping off the Chicken Marsala dinner with no marsala sauce.

About 30 minutes out of Charlotte I have to take a pause for the cause so I slide into a Raceway gas station. Now you know that you are in the WRONG part of town when you see the store is on lockdown and you have to buy everything from an armoured window.

I left some Ichabod's laced piss behind the building.

But heres the kicker. Before we could get the car rolling without incident here comes this roving crackhead looking for someone to loan her a QUARTER. She was wearing an ensemble fit for the carbage can and had this low maintenace hairdo - it was all jerked back into a nappy headed ball centered in tbe back of her skull.

Just beat out the dirt and your ready for another day.

CWDW says she was short a quarter on $5 to get a hit of crack. Ive never priced any so I dont know.

We watched this woman frantically harass everything moving at this gas station until she got a quarter. Once she got that quarter she amde a beeline counting each nickel - without missing a step -straight to a crackwhore flophouse right by the highway.

She asked us before hand if we could loan her a quarter but there was none to be found.

No Quarter.

[RawAlex]

I think what always amazes me is that these crack house / drug dens are always so obvious and clear, and yet the authorities seem to take years to getting around to fix the situation, if they ever get to it.

That is where they get their quarter, I guess.

[gonzo]

Originally Posted by RawAlex

I think what always amazes me is that these crack house / drug dens are always so obvious and clear, and yet the authorities seem to take years to getting around to fix the situation, if they ever get to it.

That is where they get their quarter, I guess.

Its the craziest thing Ive ever seen. She didnt even look up from counting her change as she crossed traffic.

I should have offered to take her to Ichabods for dnner.