Had to be Texas. Just had to be.
It wasn’t about a foot race.
They were actually arguing Kant vs Hegel. Naturally the only way to settle it was to shoot each other.
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>>outside the Mean Kutz barbershop
They promised Mean
One guy got shot in the ass.
Nobody was fast enough to outrun a bullet.
No word on who won the race?
Will Sylvester Turner, Linda Hidalgo, Kim Ogg, and Sheila Jackson Lee hold hands together to bring the community some peace?
Morons.
Somebody needs to lose their gun license.
Guns are not meant to be handled by adults who act like insecure children.
God, people are stupid.
This is clearly raceist.
At least the dispute was about something important.
Critical Race Theory.
“Gun violencers” strike again!!!!
I love the customer’s understated comment:
“I just came to get a haircut, but that didn’t go as planned.”
Those Amish Boyz just spring rolling again?
The argument was originally about the purse one off them had snatched and not divided up after they were chased for a few blocks...
Being a Houston native, I didn’t have to see the name of the barber shop.....I had it figured out when they said Northeast Houston
Let me guess.
JERRY: Elaine, only one other person in the world knows what I am about to tell you and that’s George. When we were in the ninth grade they had us all line up at one end of the school yard for this big race to see who was going to represent the school in this track meet.
ELAINE: Uh uh
JERRY: I was the last one on the end. George was next to me. And Mr. Bevilacqua, the gym . . .
ELAINE: What’s that?
JERRY: Mr. Bevilacqua, the gym teacher.
ELAINE: Oh, of course.
JERRY: He was down at the other end. So he yells out, “Ready, On your mark, Get set, “ and I was so keyed up I just took off. By the time he said go I was ten yards ahead of everybody.
ELAINE: No.
GEORGE: I looked up. I couldn’t believe it.
JERRY: By the time the race was over I had won. I was shocked nobody had noticed the head start.
ELAINE: Really?
JERRY: And I had won by so much a myth began to grow about my
speed. Only Duncan suspected something was a miss. He’s hated me
ever since. Now he’s back.
ELAINE: Well what happened when you raced him again?
JERRY: I never did. In four years of high school I would never race anyone again. Not even to the end of the block to catch a bus. And so the legend grew. Everyone wanted me to race. They begged me. The track coach called my parents. Pleading. Telling them it was a sin to waste my god given talent. But I answered him in the same way I answered everyone. I chose not to run.