Split Head and Stitches

I’m at Auggie’s the other night shooting pool and there’s this chick who knows my name. She has giant breasts but that’s not the point, the point is she remembered me from when I used to shoot pool at Leroy’s The Great Satan. She wanted to play doubles so she and I teamed up against my homie KWK and the chick’s friend. The games went back and forth and incredibly I think we won more than we lost.

After a while I kicked back talking to the chick (not hitting on as she was not my type but just talking). It turns out she recently had a fight at Leroy’s Classic Bar and Grill too. She ended up in the parking lot getting hit in the head with a brick. The resulting injuries required a whole bunch of stitches. What a violent place! I thought right up front that this was an interesting story so I got her phone number. I also confirmed with her that there was both a police report and a medical report that resulted from the incident (covering my bases in case my veracity is called into question.)

Looking back over the years I can remember all sorts of times there were bad vibes in the air over there, times that me and my homies have gone home early because the place was getting thick with thugs. In fact the very first time I tried to go there with Monique (fall of 2001) the place had closed because of a chick fight that had gone out of hand. When we got there cops were swarming the parking lot and no one was being allowed in. Later we caught up with the karaoke singer Kim at her house and she said some chick had taken two drinks from right in front of her and slung them at another chick across the room and that there was a huge brawl. I’m glad I don’t go there anymore. That place is bad news.

One of the more memorable times was when Michael Franklin was throwing a switchblade at the dartboard and hitting dead center nearly ever time. He was a scary guy which is why I got on his good side. Better to not be on the wrong side of an eruption. Another outlandish thing that happened there was when some guy drank a swig of beer after he had this girl spit in it. That was disgusting beyond belief! If I want a sideshow I’ll go to Barnum and Baily’s thank you.

Within the past month I’ve hung out with both UNLV and Phelps. Rachael should be in Lansing soon. I don’t think she’ll mind skipping Leroy’s as she had her purse ransacked there once in 2002 (I’ll let her tell the story if she cares to). If she still wants to hang we’ll go to Auggie’s and laugh with the retarded karaoke singer. When you want to go out you want to go somewhere nice where you don’t have to worry. Because getting your head split or your purse jacked is not the way to go.

13 Responses to “Split Head and Stitches”

  1. guy in the UNLV jacket says:

    I knew that Michal Franklin guy back in the day…..I never thought of him as all that scary, His intelect never did impress me….

  2. Mexigogue says:

    It’s the felony firearms and the dope dealing that concern me. Plus back in the day he was just a little touched (funny, his nickname is “Touch”.) Now he’s totally nuts!

  3. guy in the UNLV jacket says:

    I never thought he was hat much a thug to get an Assault with a dangerous weapon and a Firearms charge all in one. Didn’t he give his old lady a beat down in the Leroy’s parking lot a couple of years ago?

  4. Mexigogue says:

    It wasn’t his old lady, it was some miscellaneous chick who was mouthing off at him. I was there when she kept popping off at the mouth and I was like oh hell, she’s not gonna like where this ends up. He tried to ignore her. I started walking out and I stopped and said to her “You have a good night.” She smiled back and said the same to me.

    The next day I found out she wouldn’t shut the fuck up and and she was waving her finger all in his face. He knocked her the FUCK OUT! That had to suck because I sparred with him once and that motherfucker is strong as shit. He’s not little and skinny anymore like he used to be in high school. He hits like a heavyweight.

    I had a debate with the “D” about his kind of thing. Gender is out the window on this one, you shouldn’t provoke people.

  5. Citizen Quasar says:

    Did you ever see your old neighbors from across the street in Leroy’s? Maybe “back in the day?”

  6. Cosmic Siren says:

    I want to hear more of the Texas stuff.

  7. Mexigogue says:

    San Angelo was great! My cousin wouldn’t let me pay for anything and neither did Phelps. Damned Texas hospitality I ended up with all this extra cash. I thought to buy a couple of cartons of cigarettes at the cheaper Texas rate and bring them back to Michigan but then I realized I would be obligated by law to inform the state and pay the Michigan tax so I was like dammit. I’ll leave it up to you to guess whether I refrained from buying the cigarettes or refrained from telling the story.

  8. Cosmic Siren says:

    You can’t fool me. You actually stumbled across soem deep dark secret and if you tell us more, Phelps would have to kill you.

    (It’s so much fun to channel my mom’s paranoia occasionally.)

  9. Mexigogue says:

    I may or may not be on the net this weekend. Peace all.

  10. Dave from the "D" says:

    Hey I have seen that guy at the pool hall. Damn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Hey you cracked me up earlier calling me a trader. Man you know my outlook on the entire thing. I will chop my nuts off before I ever, and I mean ever walk into that damn bar. I don’t have to say the name again in life. I am willing to visit a few bars but you know I cannot stop going to Leroy’s.

    I will hang with you at Champions or the Nuthouse sometimes. We will hook up.

  11. Dave from the "D" says:

    Hey in Racheal moving back to Michigan?

  12. Jenn says:

    That Leroy’s place is just bad news. I get scared just thinking about being there.

    Hi Mexi!

  13. Phelps says:

    We played some pool shitfaced at the Fox and Hound in FTW. I beat Mexi’s ass one time, so I had to give him the obligatory crotch chop. He took a picture, but it was dark enough that I’m not sure it turned out.

    Plus, I bought him a knife at the gunshow, but no one was selling switchblades. I was disappointed. He ended up with a big ass Rambo survival knife.