Crazy George
  Every time when I work at KnR this black guy named George comes in.  This guy is crazy I mean strait up fucking loopy.  He is about 65 years old a poet and you can tell he was on some serious shit back in the day.  Every time he comes in he is wearing a nice button up shirt that is half tucked in, pajama pants and slippers.  Like clock work every Saturday he pulls up in his G ride (which is a brand new black Lincoln Town car with gold trim and rims).  I wish you could see this sight.  A crazy balding black guy with a jerry curl, pajama pants driving around in his Town car with old school funk music full blast.  One of the times he came in was something like this

Crazy George: Hey Richie, my man, what's cracking?
Me: Not too much, you
Crazy George: Shit you know how it.
Me: Yeah I guess.
Crazy George: Where's your Pop at?
Me: Out of town.
Crazy George: (mumble under breath) Lazy Crackers.
Me: What?
Crazy George: (clearing throat) oh a nothing. So what have you been up too?
Me: Not to much, just working and school.
Crazy George: Shit that sucks, how you doing with the ladies
Me: Oh you know.
Crazy George: Shit yeah I do!! HA HA YEAH!

  So, after he left I started think about what he does in his free time and I came to this conclusion.  He has to be a pimp.  I mean he has a pimp ride, he always asks me about ladies, and it is just crazy enough to be true.  So yeah I got this crazy old pimp coming into KnR every week.  So coming up soon I'm going to come up with crazy stories that could happen to George the poet by day and pimp by night when he is out pimping his hoes.
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