tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241095.post286111582233720844..comments2024-02-24T12:49:59.081-07:00Comments on Liverquest: 02-23-2007 – StabtownSid Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09379571056068527895noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241095.post-29935513208384753512007-03-26T11:09:00.000-06:002007-03-26T11:09:00.000-06:00You should have stabbed him first. That'd teach hi...You should have stabbed him first. That'd teach him.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241095.post-75252770897107156772007-03-05T11:23:00.000-07:002007-03-05T11:23:00.000-07:00Hi...girl on the other end of the phone here. Befo...Hi...girl on the other end of the phone here. Before this happened I’d been thinking about cell phone conversations (probably because I've been on the receiving end of so many lately). Specifically, "What if something really fucked up happened to the person on the other line, what could you do”?<BR/><BR/>So it was one of those creepy "your thoughts become reality" situations when D had to deal with this individual.<BR/><BR/>There's a particular Tone of Trouble. All I heard was some guy yelling and somehow I knew it wasn't random...suddenly I was back in those punk rock skid row bar days. Yeah, I got that "oh shit" feeling. <BR/><BR/>The funny part is, after the initial few seconds I wasn't nervous at all...D had the situation well in hand, he spoke in well modulated tones, employed street vernacular and "hey man" and "brother". (but just enough to level the playing field, not so much it would have twigged any kind of bullshit detector on the part of tweak-boy)<BR/><BR/>I knew when the guy started to say, over and over "do you promise?" (Re: were there any guys back there)--that it would be OK. And it was when D--not the guy-- said "brother"-- "I promise, brother, I wouldn't lie to you" that there was a palpable relaxation of tension. <BR/><BR/>Good job, D, I've never heard anybody talk a freak down so well.... it is testament to your calm demeanor (your voice never wavered!) that I never would have guessed a knife was pulled...had no idea until after the guy walked away and you told me.<BR/>xx<BR/>GladysAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241095.post-41398120299604307412007-03-02T12:46:00.000-07:002007-03-02T12:46:00.000-07:00Holy Christ!-SteveHoly Christ!<BR/><BR/>-SteveAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com