I was downtown the other day with some friends and one of them was up to some mischief with a blow horn. Now these things are pretty damn loud, you could hear them from a fairly long distance away. So, horn guy, lets call him mr. X was following around this mean begger that attacks you if you don't give him anything and blowing it. Whenever this beggar would turn around to check things out Mr. X who was accompanied by a little entourage of us hooliganistic teenagers, would hide the horn behind him.
Anyway, the hobo manages to lose them and they return back to mugshots (one of the local coffee joints) and I meet up with them. We're going down water street and this guy on a bike sort of like Aranuils is in the road is going by us, so Mr. X being the genious he is decides to whip out the horn and blow it at him. Next thing we all know bike guy doubles back behind us and sucker kicks poor innocent Mr. Y and shouts while biking away at top speed, "Thats whatcha get for usin that fuckin horn of yours buddy wha!" thinking he was horn guy.
Mr. Y is a very scrawny guy who has a malignent tumor in his head appearently and is pretty weak. So next thing I know half my friends are chasing after this guy on foot or on skate boards. They never did manage to catch him but that bike guy made some dangerous enemys that day.
