My staff exists originally to help me walk. A dude got weird with me a few days ago and it got me to thinking. Now I pretend to limp so I have an excuse for carrying my staff.

Today a fat guy was angry that I dozed off in his bar. I tried to leave peacefully but he wanted to say things. He had bad teeth so I offered to remove them for him with a swift blow to the jaw... cheaper than the dentist you obviously can't afford. He said "put the stick down and I'll fight you" Yeah.... Errr... No... I'm not carrying it by accident... what a silly fat old cunt you are... and clearly I don't need it to walk... plus, if you think that's the only weapon I've got on my body... and that was the end of that.

Don't test me, old fat man.


Peace,

kowalski