Paincourt Antique

More Death:

Just got the word yesterday that the man who tattoo’d me lost his life in a motorcycle crash. There is a suspicion that he may have had a little too much to drink. Here is my memory of Mike:

Although I only shared a few hours with the guy drinking and carrying on, I will remember one night very well.
He and I decided to continue with some drinking after my friend Tom had enough and went to bed. We walked down to this bar where he had a score to settle.
When we walked into the bar some girl attacked him and then proceeded to cuss him out for around 30 minutes with him returning the favor. I sat and drank and forewarned him that I had his back in case any of her male friends made a move. Luckily they didn’t.
Just about the time I had to stand up and piss, or piss my pants the owner finally gives us the, “you and your pal get the hell out of here before I call the cops!”
We take the owners word as law and move out the front door.
Now this bar had glass windows all along the front of the store so you could see everything in the parking lot. I sort of felt bad that it seemed he didn’t get to complete his argument. I told him that I was going to piss on one of those jerks cars and he agreed it would be a great thing.
As I was pissing on someones bumper an old 80 year old toothless woman ran out of the bar and she was sobbing. There were literally tears streaming down her face. She asked me why I was peeing on her car. For some reason this broke her heart.
I felt really bad.
I apologized to the old woman and handed her five bucks and told her to get a drink on me.
We walked away.

About a mile away we both broke into mad laughter when Mike said, “Jesus Christ, who pisses on some grandmothers car?”