it all started when I said, "I'm the only one who makes money off of me and anyone who has made money off of me but hasn't paid me is gonna have issues." the man was stunned. for the next 24 hours, he made sure to keep the kitchen knife close in case I walked in.

someone said that he has the tendency to pace around staring into the void like a zombie; has been around junkies of all kinds but this guy was on another level. my observation: he's in the business of Making Arrangements if you know what I mean.

problem is, one night I said that any man who does these sorts of things deserves Consequences. any man who tries to do these things to me, especially, needs to check himself before he wrecks himself.

nobody---especially not some Aladdin ass street rat---is going to make a commission or fee off of introducing me to people who I could very well meet on my own. but here he was, thinking he'd found a little golden goose to...pimp, maybe?

last night I straight said he could do whatever business he wanted but he's not gonna do it here. talking about bad reputations and how this place seems to hate him, all the drama with the Latinos. and he, get this, he purportedly SAVED MY LIFE???

like. the gall.