Downtown Victoria surely suffers from an array of different walks of life. Of course, it is not a particularly large city, but it has the most temperate climate of any city in Canada and, therefore, welcomes the homeless seeking warmth to the wealthy seeking refuge and everything in between. One sunny afternoon, as I was driving through downtown Victoria with Rory and Jennifer, as a matter of course, we pulled up to a busy intersection crowded with pedestrians. On an adjacent building, leaning up against the wall with his posse of ruffians was a young man clearly in need of attention. This particular young gentleman had a mohawk with four or five very obvious spikes dyed cherry red. I turned to Jennifer with a coy grin and quietly chuckled, "Check out Rooster-head over there." She glanced over and achieved the same little smirk that I had. This young man's attempt to look angry, intimidating and tough only added to the hilarity of the image. Obviously our smirk did little to impress him as he offered an angry sneer, clearly aimed in our direction. I diverted my attention as I frequently make it a habit to avoid engaging stupidity, but Rory had other plans. Little did we know that, in the backseat, Rory had overheard every word of our conversation and just as we were about to pull away, through his open passenger side window, Rory hollered, (insert intonation of a crowing rooster) "Rr - rr-rr - rr-rrrrrr." The unfortunate young man, was left only with the sound of uproarious laughter from the front seat of our car as we drove away.
See you in hell,
Shakes.
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