Gee, lately I’ve been thinking about how Morro Bay has been a bad influence upon me. Since I moved to Morro Bay I’ve come across a lot of jerks and I seem to attract them like a bad magnet. Believe me when I say that I’m becoming quite the ass myself because of it.
I said nothing other than ” Oh my hero,” as I walked past him in the grocery store.
I walked out to my truck and discovered he had left his mob inside and went out to his little red fire engine and sat in the drivers seat and waited for me to walk to my truck. The wanna be hero made a beeline for me as I approached my truck. He slammed the door on me as if he wanted to starts something with me.
I told him that if he wanted to hit me, go ahead and do so because I would love to unload on him.
I was hoping someone would have seen the assault and figured it was just another jerk and another day in Moron Bay.
But then I thought about it and realized that there are video cameras at Abertsons, and I wondered if they would do any good.
But the problem was that I would have to call Morro Bay Police and I knew that wouldn’t get me anywhere. So I called the Sheriff instead. Of course they would just brush it off and say it was out of the jurisdiction.
So Morro Bay was the one to get in on it. All he was going to do was listen to my story telling. And of course, he didn’t see a damn thing.
I said, I wonder what a lawyer would see.
I’m going to keep this short, because I’m sure this php program will just get hacked. So if you want more info, go to my journal page were the good ol html pages happen.
Tomorrow I’ll write a better journal entry covering this bit.
