About a year ago, I met ESCO at the Brass Rail. I gave him a phony TERB id but he was so drunk at the time that he was past caring who anyone was. He ranted on about fickle cats, Sheik's man-boobs, the dying lawn in front of his apartment building, his small dick, stuck-up strippers, and the price of beer. Otherwise, he seemed to have things together. Sadly this has changed.
Just the other day I was down College-Spadina way to visit some computer stores. There was ESCO, loitering about in front of the Scott Mission. Security was keeping him from entering their building. (Hey, even they have standards!!) He'd lost a lot of weight, there was a smell of cat food on his breath, and a punctured can of Lysol in his hand. "It's a good brew, mate."
Out of charity I decided to stand him to a beer or two and we went next door to the Waverly. Sadly, he kept trying to play footsie with me under the table. I kept moving my chair back and he kept sliding down his, desperately trying to make contact. Maybe he thought I was Ray? "That fucker Sheik. 'e ruined me life. After I got the punt, I couldn't sleep. Drank away all me money. Lost me job and me apartment 'ouse. Even the bleedin' cat up an' left me."
I wondered how I'd get rid of him but he can't hold his liquor anymore. After a couple beers he fell asleep and I tiptoed away. I hope he didn't mind that I left him to pay the tab.
jwm
Just the other day I was down College-Spadina way to visit some computer stores. There was ESCO, loitering about in front of the Scott Mission. Security was keeping him from entering their building. (Hey, even they have standards!!) He'd lost a lot of weight, there was a smell of cat food on his breath, and a punctured can of Lysol in his hand. "It's a good brew, mate."
Out of charity I decided to stand him to a beer or two and we went next door to the Waverly. Sadly, he kept trying to play footsie with me under the table. I kept moving my chair back and he kept sliding down his, desperately trying to make contact. Maybe he thought I was Ray? "That fucker Sheik. 'e ruined me life. After I got the punt, I couldn't sleep. Drank away all me money. Lost me job and me apartment 'ouse. Even the bleedin' cat up an' left me."
I wondered how I'd get rid of him but he can't hold his liquor anymore. After a couple beers he fell asleep and I tiptoed away. I hope he didn't mind that I left him to pay the tab.
jwm
