get your hand out of my pocket

...so after the show in Lawrence, KS we go to the local Perkin's 24 hour resteraunt. It had been an interesting day up to that point, and even though it was 3:00am, the day hadn't even begun to show us how much excitement goes on in Lawrence. Dig it. We walk up and are greeted by 3 considerably intoxicated adults. One of them who doesn't seem to be the least bit pleased that we're anywhere near where he or his friends will be dining for the evening. He's givin' my man Bretto the look so tough we're all wonderin if something had gone down before we got there. But, whatever, we was starvin. We get in the spot and this other character makes it known he's havin a bad night. He's drunk out of his mind and sittin at a table alone with nothing in front but a mug and entire pot of coffee. He was whispering and randomly shouting out various obsceneties. Keep in mind he's alone. But whatever, to each his own. We say "what's good" to this brotha, cool cat. This is where it gets crazy. In walks the 3 people we first saw when we got there. But now that cat that was staring us down is giving that brotha "dirty looks". We started to assume that there had been some tension between these two. But there hadn't. This cat was just "On One". Seriously. So the guy who's in the corner arguing with himself gets up and starts going from table to table giving political advice and his opinion on race relations in Lawrence. While the drunk cat with the staring problem won't stop looking at this brotha, there's mounting frustration. Finally the inevitable happens... "Man, WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!?!?!" Needless to say, "drunken staring problem guy", says exactly the wrong thing. And with lightning quickness, this 320 lb. brotha had his hands around that mans neck and squeezing as though he wanted to see what would come of that dudes ears if he squeezed hard enough. As this guy continues to issue out an impressive beat down, up walks the guy we now have concluded has a severe case of tourette's syndrome and/or slightly manic depressive disorder. He starts trying to reason with these to and when, suprisingly, they don't respnd, he calmly walks back over to his booth, sits down and bursts into tears. Sobbing and screaming "WHY???" "WHY???" Occasionaly he would just crack up laughing as though someone had just said something really funny. All the while, this waiter keeps askin me if I've had anough time to decide. Bugged out! You know what the really bizzare thing was? The other 70% of the restaurant sat quietly eating as though this wasn't uncommon behavior for Perkins on a tuesday night. Then out of nowhere the 2 guys stop fighting sit down and prepare to eat. Of course it wouldn't be complete until Lawrence, KS finest show up and get their opprtunity to power trip and abuse what little authority they do have. Of course the principle characters are taken outside only to be greeted by 7 Police Cars and approximately 11 officers on high alert. Obsessive? Maybe, but that's just how it goes down in Lawrence. If u ever come to Lawrence, KS, ask somebody where Perkins is. I don't know if u'll dig the food, but there's a good chance u'll be entertained.
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VURSATYL