Today, I walked down to the Pig to buy a bag of potatoes and some onions. I was cooking a pot roast and already had some carrots in the fridge. I donned my day pack and set out down the road for the grocery store. After I had done my shopping, I stepped outside and sat down at the bench to read the local paper. Someone had left a copy on the bench. Slop sat next to me. As usual he asked me for money but I brushed him off. I was not interested in Slop or his completely nonsensical conversation. I happily ignored him and read the paper. After a few moments a strange man walked up to me.
“Bro, dat man down dere wants you.” He said and pointed to a tall black man in a leather coat leaned up against the wall by the flea market. I looked down there towards him and he waved at me signaling for me to come over. My spidey sense went to tingling. Something didn’t feel right about this situation.
“Fuck that!” I thought.
He either wanted money or wanted to sell me drugs. I sat at the bench and ignored him. Before long, I could see him walking towards me out of the corner of my eye.
“Hey muthafucka, why you be tryin’ to diss me?” He said.
“I don’t fucking know you. That’s why.” I said.
“I needs yo help.” He said.
“No, you want my money.” I replied.
Slop started to laugh at our exchange. I gave him a stern look to let him known that I saw no humor in this situation. I felt threatened. This strange man reached into his pocket and held out several gold chains. I surmised that they were fake or plated.
“$20 dollars each.” He said.
“I wouldn’t pay a dollar for those chains.” I replied.
“Come on bro. I need the money.” He said.
“Sorry man, but the last thing I want to buy is cheap or fake costume jewelry.” I replied.
“Well, fuck you, you white ass cracker.” He said and walked off.
I asked Slop if he had ever seen this character before as Slop is down at the Pig everyday. Slop said today was the first time he had ever seen him and he had been out here all day. Good riddance is what I said in return. I need to find another grocery store to frequent as the Pig seems to attract undesirable types for some reason. It must be the neighborhood. I hate having to drive across town just for a few things when the Pig is a 15 minute walk from my apartment though.
This evening I had a call from my friend Chad. He said he was having problems with the computer I built for him. There is a big back story to Chad that I will not delve into at this time. To be succinct, we went to high school together. At one time he was my roommate in the early nineties when I worked in the cotton mill driving a fork lift. He lost his job and I ended up supporting him for several months. We recently reacquainted as he gets his meds out at the mental health clinic where I volunteer. He is bi-polar and has psychotic episodes. I tend to keep my distance but do try to help him out some. He lives in a destitute situation and is extremely isolated.
Not long ago, I built him a computer out of spare parts so he could get on the internet. I had hoped he would use it as a tool to help himself or to express himself. He initially showed an interest in blogging. I also gave him lots of websites that were resources for the mentally ill. His mother is paying for his dialup internet access. Tonight, I found out what he was really using the computer for…..
After driving over to his trailer, I stepped inside and asked him what it was doing.
“It is slow as hell and I can hardly browse the internet.” He said.
I sat down at the computer and after looking around I realized it was filled with spy ware, auto-dialers, and ad ware. Every time I opened internet explorer tons of pop ups would fill the screen.
“What sites do you visit regularly?” I asked.
“Oh, just regular websites.” He replied.
I looked into his internet history folder and it was filled with porn sites. This guy had been very busy visiting some pretty sleazy websites. It was not what I intended the computer to be used for. I told him to download spybot search and destroy and to run it. I also told him to run the antivirus program I had installed initially when I built it. I was kind of pissed about the matter. I was tempted to tell him the computer was broken and I need to take it home as it was now useless. My better nature got the best of me though.
Maybe I am weird or abnormal but I just don’t get the allure of internet porn or most porn for that matter. Out of curiosity I have looked a few times but was completely disinterested. The women in these pictures and videos seem fake to me and are not attractive. I know that a woman like these women would be unobtainable so I don’t even fantasize about it.
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