GORILLA BASTARD posted:

"Rob"
- Spoiled only son that had decent work ethic, talented & pretty chill. But when it was time to party...oh poo poo! When mom&dad took summer Thur/Fridays off, he'd send me off to get lunch & BEER. Yeah, Gorilla get whatever I want (3 cans of FOSTERS) as well. Would also pop open the fire hydrant so we could gently caress around in between customers. Regular clients would not bat an eye talking to us in the showroom while we were standing in the showroom soaking wet selling kitchen/bathroom/Jacuzzis.

- Anytime that Pink Floyd/Allman Brothers/Stones, etc would come to town he always made sure I got a ticket to go with his group. All because I was the only guy that did not take drugs & guarantee that he would get home. Halfway into the show he'd slip me his wallet for "safe keeping", then he'd start dropping whatever acid/shrooms he'd pick up at the show. I didn't give a poo poo because I'd have about 4-5 band shirts from every show.

- Introduced him to poker. Eventually, he had poker nights at the store with the local business owners. Lost the entire day's take (over 15k) & panicked like a bitch. Begged me to help him win it back, which we did. During the game he put up & lost his Selmer Mark VI tenor saxophone. I kept the sax & $300 for which he was eternally grateful for.