Octoberfest, Rollergirls, Crackheads, and the Nudie Bar
So last night was a weird Saturday. A friend and I went to Louisville's Volksfest, a German influenced festival resembling a mini-Oktoberfest. The beer was excellent.
As night fell and the entertainment got a little boring for me, we wandered over to Derby City Expresso for a fundraiser for Bad Penny of the Derby City Roller Girls. Upon arrival, we ran into another friend who was politely escorting an angry and verbose crackhead from the premises. My HR Guy/Parent/Peacemaker instinct kicked in and I ended up trying to calm down this asshole. I took his constant insults for about 30 minutes (to whit: I was a spoiled rich redneck, all the DCE patrons were white fags, I should respect him because he was in the Marine Corps and had a psychology degree from Old Dominion and he can fuck with me head, he hates all races, but loves Jesus and the way his Momma raised him, I need to stop pointing at him and bulshittin, etc, etc). Eventually he asked me to follow him down the block cause he, "...wanted to show me something." I walked down about 20 feet from the crowd but kept them in sight. That's when mister badass crackhead started begging me for for $25, because, "...that will help me and my baby mama until Monday." So I told him, "I can get you a job." And I can. I'm a well connected HR professional in this town and I know people that will hire people like him. As soon as he realized I wasn't going to give him cash, he started up with the insults again and so I finally broke the nice-guy attempt and just threatened to kick his ass. He rapidly fled south from there, but I kept thinking about the guy all night and into today. He wasn't the stereotypical long-time downtown crackhead that you may be imagining. He was one of these addicts that has fallen a long way in a short time. I actually believe his claims that he was an educated Marine Corps veteran by the way he said things (as crack-addled as they were), but somewhere fairly recently, his life went to shit.
So we had a few more beers at DCE, which has a kickass selection of beers (a coffee house AND a bar? YES!), and decided to end our evening at the nudie bar 1 block down the street.
As night fell and the entertainment got a little boring for me, we wandered over to Derby City Expresso for a fundraiser for Bad Penny of the Derby City Roller Girls. Upon arrival, we ran into another friend who was politely escorting an angry and verbose crackhead from the premises. My HR Guy/Parent/Peacemaker instinct kicked in and I ended up trying to calm down this asshole. I took his constant insults for about 30 minutes (to whit: I was a spoiled rich redneck, all the DCE patrons were white fags, I should respect him because he was in the Marine Corps and had a psychology degree from Old Dominion and he can fuck with me head, he hates all races, but loves Jesus and the way his Momma raised him, I need to stop pointing at him and bulshittin, etc, etc). Eventually he asked me to follow him down the block cause he, "...wanted to show me something." I walked down about 20 feet from the crowd but kept them in sight. That's when mister badass crackhead started begging me for for $25, because, "...that will help me and my baby mama until Monday." So I told him, "I can get you a job." And I can. I'm a well connected HR professional in this town and I know people that will hire people like him. As soon as he realized I wasn't going to give him cash, he started up with the insults again and so I finally broke the nice-guy attempt and just threatened to kick his ass. He rapidly fled south from there, but I kept thinking about the guy all night and into today. He wasn't the stereotypical long-time downtown crackhead that you may be imagining. He was one of these addicts that has fallen a long way in a short time. I actually believe his claims that he was an educated Marine Corps veteran by the way he said things (as crack-addled as they were), but somewhere fairly recently, his life went to shit.
So we had a few more beers at DCE, which has a kickass selection of beers (a coffee house AND a bar? YES!), and decided to end our evening at the nudie bar 1 block down the street.
posted by Dr. Chingasa at 2:30 PM
2 Comments:
Nudie bar? I just thought those girls really dug me.
Good times, man.
I admire your attempt at helping a suffering soul.
"[B]ut somewhere fairly recently, his life went to shit."
Doesn't take long.
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