He got his

I’ll have to start remembering the actual cross streets for these fun little stories I’ve been dutifully transcribing upon these vaulted pages. This morning I saw a guy at another bus stop (this being different than the previous two) on the south side of Thomas, near about 32nd Street, with a 22 ounce can of something in a paper bag. I can’t imagine you’d choose to enjoy your morning iced tea in a paper sack – I’m thinking liquor of the malt variety. What they call the Master Cylinder. He was trying to light the smallest tail end of a cigarette, the smallest you ever did see, with a series of matches. He would pull one from the book, in a very deliberate manner, as if the entire world rested upon this seemingly simple exercise. And, then he would strike it two or three times, finally get a spark, lean forward toward his cupped hands and puff. I thought he was going to light himself on fire. It was a good show, the scruffy man with his pathetic cigarette and book of matches, resplendent in glory at a city bus stop. He succeeded, finally, drew in a deep breath of that glorious tobacco, leaned back and exhaled his victory to the welcoming sky. Then he took a long swing off that can and smiled. It was the grin of a man tasting success. And I think of him, now, sitting at this desk, and wish him well. We all need a win now and again. And he got his.

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About big jonny

The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure. Flagstaff, Arizona, USA

5 thoughts on “He got his

  1. This is a nice new dimension to the character that is Big Jonny. Ever consider putting together a book of DC posts over the years? Just print screen captures and bind ’em all together. Simple and effective.

  2. yes the simple things, I’d love to drink me a 40 and go for a ride, have me some kind smoke… but only for this life of slavery… off to work I go.

  3. hey, billy! did you ride your bike to work? ’cause one-out-of-three ain’t bad considering you had to go to work too. and if you count work, that makes four things and raises your accomplishments to 2 out of four which is 17% better than the one-out-of-three you had a moment ago. so, if you drink and smoke after work then you’re 100% on the day. wordup.