| Comment | My Dad had a bampot cousin who had a reputation for dishing out random slashings to strangers. My uncle (on my mum's side) told me if you seen this guy, who had a recognizable gait, from a distance - you changed direction instantly as you never knew what frame of mind you'd find this guy in, or if you were likely to get your jaw tanned. This all happened in the 70s, but then in the 90s I started buying hash of the guy. He was in my house one night and my uncle dropped by. You could see that, 20+ years later he was still visible terrified of this guy. It was after this night he told me about the slashing stuff and how I should give this nutjob a wide berth.
The guy died later in life after a lengthy debilitating condition which seen him pretty much disabled and bed bound. Karma. |
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