|Originally posted by Silky Johnson |
Apparently he showed up in the lobby at the bank's main office one day and took his shirt off and was flexing for the receptionist. Something happened, and she ended up having to call an ambulance for him. I never did get the full story on exactly what, but that's typical behavior for the man. He told me one day that it was his birthday, so I shouldn't be concerned if I saw some helicopters circling his house, as some of his friends were doing a flyover for said birthday. He was also outside that day, apparently practicing his martial arts. His yard was so grown up that you couldn't even see his house from mine. He came over to our house that afternoon around dusk and knocked on the door. I went to see what he wanted (the girls were very young then and watched from the doorway). He proceeded to explain that he wanted to assure the girls, who might have seen him "practicing" his martial arts, that he was no threat to them/us, then started using his karate skills on a 5 gallon bucket. I said, "Jack, let me get this right. You were concerned that the girls MIGHT have seen you doing your karate 200 yards away, in your overgrown lawn, and gotten scared, so you decided to come over and do it 2 feet from my front door, where they sure as hell can see you." He said, "yeah, I didn't consider that." I told him he needed to get the hell out of our yard. The girls said, "daddy, that's mean!" I told them they wouldn't think it was mean when he had them tied up in a pit down in his basement.