money. Watch out for this guy. He's driving a gray hooptie and is in his mid to late 30's or early 40's with dark hair...usually wearing a baseball cap and had grayish jacket, scruffy face, white male...
He drives up to you and says, "Hey, I'm sorry to bother you guys but I just dropped my girlfriend off at wolf village and I need to get back home to greensboro(or asheville) and I don't have my wallet. Can you help me out?" This is the second time he has given me this line of shit so don't give this guy any money! It is a scam! I have been approached at Wendy's and Papa Lou's parking lots and have had two other friends who have also been asked for money by the same guy within the last month. Apparently he has also said something about his daughter being in the car and crying because she thought they couldn't make it home. He will even offer to show you his empty tank. SCAMMER.

11/1/2005 12:47:55 AM

yea ppl do that shit all the time to me...usually its as i'm leaving a restaurant or something, fucking scammers

11/1/2005 12:49:18 AM

But this was the exact same guy...I know it happens a lot but hopefully getting the word out will stop this guy since I know for a fact it is a scam.

[Edited on November 1, 2005 at 12:50 AM. Reason : .]

11/1/2005 12:50:25 AM

i laughed at him once when he caught me in valpark....

11/1/2005 12:54:38 AM

you'd think driving around and begging wouldnt make enough money to cover the cost of gas. maybe there are too many stupid people out there...


on a side note, this reminds me of the guy that needs to get back to wilmington.

[Edited on November 1, 2005 at 12:56 AM. Reason : ]

11/1/2005 12:56:26 AM

maybe

11/1/2005 12:56:55 AM

Same guy, I think, came up to me at IHOP about two months ago. Used the same line, told me his little girl was hungry, blah blah. So I have him my to go box (an omelet and hashbrowns) and watched him in my rearview as he walked down hillsborough, took two bites out of the omelet, then threw it all on the sidewalk and kept walking.

11/1/2005 12:56:58 AM

BUMS FUCKING BUMS

11/1/2005 12:59:02 AM

^ Now that's a homeless guy that deserves his situation

Usually I just tell 'em I don't carry cash and my student ID won't buy anything off campus

They know nothing about college so they're like "ummm, oh ahight...thanks..."

11/1/2005 12:59:13 AM

its the classic scam, i need gas money or bus money to get back to greensboro, and they are alwasy on western

11/1/2005 12:59:58 AM

BUMVERTISING

google it

11/1/2005 1:02:57 AM

^thanks...so helpful.

I'm just trying to get the word out.

11/1/2005 1:06:40 AM

my fav is the peeps who ask for gas money at a gas station then drive off without getting any gas

11/1/2005 1:12:02 AM

When bums ask me for spare change I tell them change comes from within. That usually confuses them long enough that you can get away.

11/1/2005 1:36:53 AM

i just tell em to get a fuckin job, thats where i got my money

i love it now that they claim they're from louisiana

11/1/2005 2:03:14 AM

I bet the homeless have never heard that line before

11/1/2005 2:41:04 AM

I think this is the guy that i saw last week in front of the wachovia. (he hit me up right as I left the atm) He had some story about working at the fair and he didnt have any money because of the bus fare. After he wouldn't shut up I told him I was gonna be late for work and got into my car.
He thought he was pretty slick when he "caught" me leaving melvins 20 minutes later, but i just laughed at him and walked away.

11/1/2005 3:42:43 AM

i gave some homeless guy outside of the food lion on avent ferry a frozen soft taco, because i didnt have any change, and it occurred to me that he probably didnt have a microwave

i felt bad, but found it humerous

11/1/2005 3:52:50 AM

this guy drove up to me and some friends a couple weeks ago on Dunn. That guy creeped us the fuck out. I was ready to take out a dollar and drop it where I stood and say "Pick it up, bitch."

[Edited on November 1, 2005 at 7:10 AM. Reason : .]

11/1/2005 7:09:56 AM

That crazy guy who sits near the light at the intersection of Gorman and Western (his name is Satan) will take care of him.

11/1/2005 7:27:03 AM

Adela Hitzig shortly moved to Budapest where she married a young merchant Henrick Koestler. They had a son named Arthur whose work would also be one of this century’s symbol. Zionism, communism and anticommunism had a passionate and convinced advocate in him. “Had my mother continued the treatment (in Vienna)”, he wrote in his autobiography, “she would probably have married someone else, and I would not have been born”.

A few years later D.T. returned to Serbia in order to take part in the two Balkan and one world war. Between the two world wars he was the owner of a very profitable bank in Sabac. He loved boasting and therefore claimed to have been one of the richest men in Serbia. Or that he was the first to bring radio set to Serbia. On the Second World War eve he went bankrupt and become broke. Later he used to say: “When communists came to power I had nothing, so they could take nothing from me.”

D.T had two sons and a daughter. The eldest son graduated at the Jagiellonian University, Slavic Department, in Cracow and soon afterwards died of tuberculosis. The younger son was a teacher in Serbia. After a large Gestapo and SA action in 1942 his trace was lost for good. A daughter survived and later become my mother.

When my mother’s mother died in 1959, mother’s father, D.T., sold the entire household and came to Belgrade to live with us. He only brought with him a large table which was said once belonged to the Montenegro king Nikola. We had a hard time trying to put it into the dining room. The table was used only for eating. Mother’s father introduced a rule: no one was to sit at the table before him or my father. They were the heads of the family. My father paid no attention to that. He ate in a hurry most of the time, very often standing. Bread on the table was not to be taken with the left hand. One had to eat up everything that was in his plate. White wine was drunk exclusively with fish and light meat. It was most strictly forbidden to leave the table and go to the toilet.

“He learned that in Vienna”, said my mother.

Apart from the big table, mother’s father only managed to save a very small, greenish stone beetle, out of all his valuables. We often saw such beetles with hard wings round the nearby yards, especially during heat waves. Mother’s father, however, claimed that the origin of his beetle was Egypt and that the Latin word for it was Scarabeus. Ancient Egyptians carried it on their heart, particularly when they died. Dead Egyptians were afraid that in the other world their heart might say something which ought not to be said, so they placed the stone beetle on their chests in order to protect themselves.

“That’s called an amulet”, explained mother to me.

“It is an ordinary shit beetle”, said my friend, who was older than me and, of course, more learned.

“Shut up, you Antichrist!”, replied mother’s father. “It is Scarabeus sacer. For the Egyptians the beetle was closely associated with the concept of resurrection and rebirth. It lays its eggs in a ball of dead matter, dung, from which new life was subsequently seen emerge.”

And that was not all. Mother’s father claimed that a few of such Egyptian beetles, as well as some other old items, he used to buy in a Viennese shop together with Dr Sigmund Freud. Freud, mother’s father used to say, was a well-known doctor for headaches in Vienna.

Later on Dr Freud became renowned, but the fact did not prevent mother’s father always to wave his hand with despise whenever he talked about him, because Freud allegedly used to ask questions the answers to which had already been known. Thus mother’s father claimed that Freud once asked him what love was. It happened while they were examining together a small bronze Venus figure dating from either the 1st or 2nd century A.D. He answered back quickly: “Love was made up by a scoundrel so as to have a woman free of charge”.

The Scarabeus beetle was not the only family heirloom which survived wars, movings and poverty. After father’s father Lazar had died, twelve orders originating from the two Balkan wars were found. The family managed to save only one, the one that was gold plated. In half round, ornate letters it was written in the order: “The Revenged Kosovo 1912”.

My father, who was expelled from the Communist party in 1951, also had an order. On a large five-pointed red star there was a painted man with his legs astride, with a large flag in his hand. The order was kept in a red box, on a soft bearing. Under the order there was a piece of paper folded in four. On the paper it was written:

A Certificate

Order of merit for the nation, the third rank, awarded by the National Assembly Presidium of the Federal People Republic of Yugoslavia. A decree number 362, dating 1.4.1947.

“He got it before he was expelled from the Party”, said my mother.

The Scarabeus beetle, “The Revenged Kosovo” and the five-pointed star with a flag were usually in my pocket. In time I became the absolute owner of these family valuables which could never have become the family relics.

I was twelve and the pioneer organization chose me to act in the children theatre performance called “Snow Queen”. I was given the role of the court counsellor. The court counsellor was an evil man, and justice was to triumph only at the end of the performance. My role was a negative role.

In order to dress up as a court counsellor, I borrowed a black coat and a black trousers. I tied the Egyptian beetle with a black shoe lace and put it round my neck. I put father’s order on the lapel. “The revenged Kosovo” hung beneath the upper small pocket and I was ready to leave for the Cultural Centre in Skender Beg street in Belgrade.

The hall was full and the stage illuminated. The performance began with some court putting on airs, and then I entered saying what I was expected to say: “Nonsense!”

The audience loved it, showing it by an immediate applause.

I noticed that I had not learned the text quite well. Whenever I was unable to recollect what I was to say, I would utter again: “Nonsense!” Every time I heard the applause. Therefore I began interrupting other actors while they were speaking and exclaimed: “Nonsense, that’s nonsense!” The boys and girls in the audience were delighted.

After the performance young gypsies ran after me shouting: “Nonsense, here’s Nonsense!”

Mother’s father said: “Couldn’t you have learned the text?”

Mother answered: “He is an improviser.”

Mother’s father said: “I had a leased box in Burgtheater for three years.


Even today my own childhood image, senselessly adorned with decorations, makes me feel sceptical towards great ideas, firm convictions, global reflections and judgements. That is why I told my own European story instead of analysing European history and its cultural and political tradition. In reality that tradition consists of two World Wars; pangermanistic, panslavistic and Zionistic movements; nazism and communism; Auschwitz and rigged Stalinist trials; Budapest 1956, Prague 1968, Berlin 1989, Sarajevo 1992...

However, Europe between past and future could be pondered over in another way, in paradoxes and details, as a search for spirit and life fingerprints, as making difference between the original and the forgery, as collecting data for a good story. What is Europe then? Here are only a few examples:

It is a house in Karlsbad with a front door in Germany and a back door in Czechoslovakia, through which Hannah Arendt fled before Nazism in 1933.

That is Lenin skating in the skating rink in Prague described by Jaroslav Seifert.

11/1/2005 7:30:54 AM

words

11/1/2005 7:39:44 AM

^^thats good for scrolling practice

11/1/2005 8:08:06 AM

You would not believe how many people have imed me saying that they gave him a dollar just a few weeks ago. Hopefully if the word gets out, he will not be as lucky.

11/1/2005 8:40:41 AM

Yeah, all the homeless folks and scammers know who I am... I'll always give them money.... It's a weakness...

11/1/2005 9:08:10 AM

Quote :

"i laughed at him once when he caught me in valpark...."

i'm laughing now thinking about you laughing at this type of jackass

11/1/2005 10:09:21 AM

Yeah, my husband and I definitely ran into the "gotta get back to Wilmington and my foreman left me" guy outside of El Rodeo. He actually gave him money. I just rolled my eyes and continued walking. He's such a sucker sometimes.

11/1/2005 10:37:11 AM

is the crazy guy who eats his pooh still on western? he used to have shells in his hair and he talked to himself a lot. he really freaked me out.

11/1/2005 10:41:10 AM

^^I've met the same guy. Wonder if he got enough money to go back to Wilmington. It would sucks for him to spend Thanksgiving here.

11/1/2005 11:05:13 AM

eats his pooh? I hope tigger is ok. And yes, exercise caution whenever a sketchy looking stranger tries to pull at your heart strings just to get some cash off of you

[Edited on November 1, 2005 at 11:06 AM. Reason : .]

11/1/2005 11:05:14 AM

^^ haha, your husband would

11/1/2005 11:08:21 AM

im just glad its so infrequent that you have to deal with shit like this

11/1/2005 11:09:37 AM

^^You know it. I swear, he makes me feel so heartless sometimes, but someone has to be a bitch and see through all of the bullshit that people try to pull...and I fall quite naturally into that role.

11/1/2005 11:12:35 AM

I think I am going to start going up to bums and asking them for money.

And see how they react.

11/1/2005 12:22:18 PM

Same guy with the same story last week in the Brooks Lot.

We should get his plates and get him.

11/1/2005 12:51:06 PM

this guy pulled up to us while we were in the mcdonalds drive thru

said he dropped his girlfriend off at a dorm on campus and needed gas money to get back to g'boro

I was like, you sick fuck, you're 50 and date a college girl?

he was like naw man I'm not 50

I told him to fuck off and get money from his girl or crash at her place for the night

he drove off

fuckin weirdo

11/1/2005 12:59:13 PM

hey gatsby

you don't have to

put a line in between

each sentence.

Just figured I'd give you

a heads-up.

11/1/2005 1:16:58 PM

That guy hit my friend and I up over fall break at the smoker friendly gas station late fri or sat night!
He was giving off the creepy vide quite strongly-same story and asked for even a quarter after we told him repeatedly we were broke and tried to turn away (we were filling up the car).

11/1/2005 1:17:30 PM

i only feel bad for the "disabled vet" ones.

11/1/2005 2:14:55 PM

^if they're "disabled" vets, shouldn't they be in some VA hospital?

11/1/2005 2:30:03 PM

i dunno, should they?

11/1/2005 2:31:00 PM

damn I think I gave this guy a buck. But he didnt look 40 and was wearing a purple frat sweater.

bastard

11/1/2005 2:33:16 PM

guy came up to me outside of the SECU on Hills. last night and asked if i could help him out...i asked him his name, as i reached for some change in my car, and asked him if he was trying to get a job...he told me that he didnt have a social security number because he was from somewhere (cant remember). I was like o rly!!!...(cue pic)

11/1/2005 3:08:07 PM

when I was moving my sister in in teh area behind brueggers, a guy came up asking for money for food and my mom was like Oh, we have some sesame sticks in the back, but he did not want them so she was like well I am not giving you any money.

11/1/2005 3:15:25 PM

Quote :

"This is the second time he has given me this line of shit so don't give this guy any money! It is a scam!"

What are you, a freshman? Of course it's a scam! There's bums all around State that do this kind of thing every day!

"Do you have some spare change? My car broke down a few blocks from here."
"I haven't eaten in days. Do you have money for McDonald's?"
"We're low on gas and don't have enough money to get back to Greensboro!"
"I need cab fare to see my mother in the hospital!"

11/1/2005 3:52:12 PM

easiest thing to tell them i have found is to just say

"I only use credit card, sorry cant help you out bud"
or if they use the car broke down line i will break out the
"well i will call campus police or AAA and get them to help you out"
they never seem to want me to make the call

and the guy on western aka Dreads aka Satan...hes actually cool...he hasnt ever asked for money or even approached anyone. rumor is he actually has $$ just isnt exactly all there, hes cool though and is a good to converse with. actually talked to him plenty of times on western and even buy him and myself food every now and then and sit and talk...so hes cool...no downgrading of him please

but yea these other guys just tell them u dont have the $$ or call the po pos and they will handle it

by the way, the dudes that sit off the hills exit ramp on 440 make a TON of cash...i mean a TON, thought about doin it myself sometimes.

11/1/2005 4:44:50 PM

my favorite bum
is the one who comes up 3 inches from your face and says "you ain't afraid of black people are you"

11/1/2005 4:48:28 PM

yea i hate that dude, smells like ass as well

11/1/2005 4:51:17 PM

if the dude tells u he just dropped off his girl at wolf village, he can easily drive bakc there for the night...PERIOD...if he wants to pursue the situation...nevermind

11/1/2005 4:57:03 PM

THE W/ DREADS NAME IS JOHNNY DIESEL OR JOHNNY D, AND SUPPOSEDLY HE USED TO BE IN THE MILITARY, BUT HE HAS A CRACK PROBLEM NOW...........THAT'S WHAT AN RPD OFFICER TOLD ME..........

11/1/2005 5:00:49 PM