HEY LOOK AT MY TEETH

friday night, kenny and i had a rare encounter with some of the usual crazies that hang out in the vicinity of our apartment.

the walk to the bar from our apartment crosses through some of the sketchier blocks of richmond and without fail, something hilarious, creepy, or downright scary tends to happen. this was no exception.

we passed by the bus stop at the corner and a woman yells at kenny and i "HEY LOOK AT MY TEETH!"

kenny, who definitely seems to have more crazy person experience than i do, simply shouted back "YOU LOOK AT MY TEETH!" he later told me that it's easier to confuse a crazy person if you just repeat what they said back to them. it gives you enough time to make a quick getaway.

anyway, it didn't work out so well, because she started telling us the story of how "some motherfucker knocked em out" and how she "told the dentist that motherfucker better put them all back in the way they were before".

anyway, we decided that she was just really excited about her new teeth, and since i have recent experience with getting teeth knocked out and getting new ones, we decided to share in the celebration. kenny and i both exclaimed "THEY LOOK GREAT!"

she seemed really happy to have our approval, and we went on our way.

not thirty second later some other crazy guy walks past and stares right into my eyes and starts loudly singing lauryn hill's "that thing".

oh, richmond.