The walk got a bit easier after a while, and I felt good about having a job. The only thing I needed was purchase for work close. I desired to do that this morning before going to sleep.  I had a couple of pairs of close-in my suitcase that would last until I could get to a clothing store. So, on the walk home, I noticed a restaurant open. Funny, I walked by it several times but never saw it. Maybe because I was never hungry and never seen it light up before because it was set to pack about a hundred feet from the road, but whatever, I was famished, so I went in and sat down on the bar. I could hear somebody in the back working, so I figured he would be out in a few minutes because there were a few guys over at the back at the far end of a table which I had not paid much attention to at all, but that was just about to change.

I heard one of them say, “What is the Pollock going on this side town, then he started walking toward me. I was already painted sitting at an angle toward which I could partly see what was going on. I just sat on my stool whiteout, looking back. This guy put his hand on my hair, and actually, it seemed a bit gay with now threat, then comes another so I could see better now because I turned around int the stool so I could see what the two of them plan to do. One of them asked me if I was a Pollock. I said no, the other one said, then why am I wearing Tight socks, that only Pocock’s wear Wight socks. Then it seeks that each one was getting the other more courage to begin tapping on me while they were using the things they were saying redundantly.  And of course, the last one is coming away from that table saying something, but I didn’t know what he was saying because the other two talked also. It was getting crazy. The one coming away from the table had a new gait about the way he walked. The leather jacket he had on and his hair and his stride reminded me of Fonzie, one of the popular new shows nowadays. As he got closer to us, it was clear that he was definitely the leader of the other two. But the instant that the words came to a halt, the fists started with no way for me to get out of the way nor uses my hands in beaus they had me pinned in with no room. While I was trying to get back, I heard something fell off the counter. I think it was a sugar bowl, not for sure, but the good in the back came out, and though I was out of trouble now, we were there to stop this thing. To my surprise, he said out loud for us to get out in the parking lot if we were going to fight. O-shit.