ArrowInOre said:Now, retired as I am, living in my rented box with a nice car and full pantry have to tell you, I got called an oogle a while back in PDX by some sign flying, booze reaking, agressively begging fuck tard douch. And when I stepped up to the kids face he immediately back down. He tried to tell me he said something else...but I heard him quite clearly... So I said to him... I had been out there before his daddy knew how to masturbate, and then proceeded to tell this kid that he was about to swallow his CC, he simply responded to me with a smirk and said, " Take it, I'll just buy another one." SO then I mustered up a bit of post lunch salivary goodness, and whack, into his face and I said " Really, you are the biggest oogle I have ever seen, learn some etiquette to spangin and try to look as faces first dick, and get the fuck off the sidewalk....Old skooler walking here" ...I think he may have been yelling that I was a cunt or some thing as I walked away, ands on any other day and move lk that surely would have led to his early grave...Had I not had Bolt with me, lol...Oogles, in disguise are the WORST of them all...
I'm not even going to get into the oogle thing, juast wanted to comment on this story.
Seems a lot of the youngin's have become unable to identify the old guard these days. I don't just mean hobos, but bikers I hang with, the new guys run their shit holes to them with out so much as a clue who they're dealing with. When really it's something you can't hide. The way they walk, the look in the eye -- if you know what to look for, or if you know TO look. I dunno, it seems they want to show everyone what's what and not learn what's what.
A dangerous trait. . .for them.