Told you so:
2. Finding it
Jim Householder was a real fucker sometimes. We found a couple of beers once that some stupid kids threw out their car by the train station probably to avoid the cops, and he grabbed them and started to run.
"You fucker!" I remember yelling as I took off after him. "You fucker! One of those is mine!"
Jim was slow cause he had a gimpy leg since he got beat up by a cop, and I caught him pretty easy. I grabbed for the beer but caught his arm instead, causing us both to tumble onto the concrete. It was late so no one was around. The sulfur parking lot lights of the BestBuy lit up the big red gash on his forehead.
"You dumb fuck!" he yells trying to free himself and the beer from my grip. I ripped the box out of his dirty hand.
"You're the fucker!" I stood up with the beer, and noticed that I'd ripped my fucking pants. Shit. Another trip to the fucking thrift store dumpster. Asshole.
I walked over to the curb, sat down, and pulled out both the beers. Jim was laying on the concrete looking at me.
"You want one, man?" I held one of the beers out to him and rocked it back and forth.
He got up, took the beer out of my hand, and sat a couple of feet from me on the curb.
I popped my beer open and he popped his.
God I love beer. And this was even cold because it was fucking cold as hell out.
Still. It was nice beer. I pulled my coat closer, trying to cover up the torn patch in my pants. I'm not sure if I was bleeding or not.
Still. Good beer. Good beer.
Jim was cold and bitched about it. Whatever. He shut up after awhile. He liked the beer too. I mean come on. Free beer!
We sat and drank our beers until they were gone, dropping them in the gutter where we sat.