Yarddog
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OK, well my other upstairs neighbor at the time was this old guy who looked like a retired Sea captain, always smoked a cigar and was downright contankerous if you told him hello. He lived right across from the Lady with the cat ( I guess they tolerated each other)
We called this guy "section 8" that was his nickname. He didn't work, I suppose because he was too anti social. One day my good friend Jerry who lived downstairs right next to me, went up there for one thing or another, and seemed to be a little freaked out by the fact that the only thing in his apartment was one table and one chair, and was sitting there with a gun on the table. This was many many years ago, I'm trying to remmember it all now, but I think that guy was on some sort of medication and must have run out of it from time to time because every now and then he would call out from upstairs threatening to shoot somebody. If I remember right it was because he didnt like "noise"
Then there was my friend Jerry, well he was just fine, but we called him the one CHORD man . partly because he sat around all day smoking dope and playing the guitar, but also because he powered his apartment off of ONE extension cord when he didnt pay the power bill for six months and discovered the trap door in his closet that led into the complex basement - And access to a power recepticle ! haha
Oh damn, Im glad sometimes I left Reno
We called this guy "section 8" that was his nickname. He didn't work, I suppose because he was too anti social. One day my good friend Jerry who lived downstairs right next to me, went up there for one thing or another, and seemed to be a little freaked out by the fact that the only thing in his apartment was one table and one chair, and was sitting there with a gun on the table. This was many many years ago, I'm trying to remmember it all now, but I think that guy was on some sort of medication and must have run out of it from time to time because every now and then he would call out from upstairs threatening to shoot somebody. If I remember right it was because he didnt like "noise"
Then there was my friend Jerry, well he was just fine, but we called him the one CHORD man . partly because he sat around all day smoking dope and playing the guitar, but also because he powered his apartment off of ONE extension cord when he didnt pay the power bill for six months and discovered the trap door in his closet that led into the complex basement - And access to a power recepticle ! haha
Oh damn, Im glad sometimes I left Reno