chili peppers n BB guns (cont.)

Fuckin Jack, he looked like that ufc fighter Kimbo Slice. but only from the neck up. He was a crack head so the classic, malnourished, skinny as fuck body applies. any ways, after a few more entertaining moments, the true side of Jack started to pop up. He had this girlfriend. I think her name was Denise. Well, Denise was a lil "crazy," not Gangsta crazy n shtt like that. But For real crazy, like voices in her head n rappin with herself crazy. yeah, you know... she was nuts, but she never caused any real trouble, (cept for this one time. She came in, walked up to the counter, so we ask her,"wassup?" She just stands there with this far off look. Kinda half closing her eyes n shit. At first, I was thinkin she might be talking to her "peeps," but yet the look on her face looked familiar... So on a hunch, I go out n around the counter,"awww helll nooo." old "looney tunes," was standin there and straight PISSIN. in her pants, down her leg and straight on the floor. "gaawwd Dammmnn Denise, Why you got to pee on my floor yo? How come you can't pee outside?... shit." She just stared blankly. wat the hells Imma do? beat her ass? For all I know, she probably thought she was chillin in a pool.) so she was ok in my book. So one day she comes in to ask for some cigarretes and half her head is covered in blood. "hey Denise, what the hell happened to yo head?" she says,"huh?" so I says, "you got blood all over your head." She just wipes her head, looks at the blood and say's,"oh, jack hit me on the head with a bottle." I call 911, ambulance comes and takes her to the hospital. Later that day, Jack comes in so I ask,"Hey yo Jack, 'the hell you hit Denise with a bottle for?" and get this shit, fuckface replies with,"Fuck you! it aint none o your damn business." I'm thinkin this idiot lost his mind. my response was," the fuck did you just say, u bum lowlife piece o shit? get the fuck out my store fore I beat u." Ol Jack just stands there and has the balls to say," what? what are you gonna do?" I walk out the counter and as i approach him, crazy ass, cracdkhead (musta smoked alot that day) took a swing. He was off by a mile but I was quite surprised by his ballsiness. I got over that quick and grabbed him by the neck and popped him with a right cross. the funny thing is that as he fell back, he went end over end,(kindda like a reverse rollover) right out the door. had a good laugh. He got up all raging n shit. I told him not to ever come back cuz I will really hurt hurt his ass next time. I go back to work and guess what happens next? The police show up. Mother fucker called the cops on ME. aint that some shit? Cops ask what happened, I tell em. they say that its common for Jack to call the police. they kinda roll their eyes. and the whole time I'm talkin to the cops, Jacks at the end of the parking lot all yellin shit like,"THATS THE BITCH THAT HIT ME. ARREST HIS ASS!" all playin the victim roll n shit. wtf? (to be cont)