i remember a couple of odd dudes who i'd see in des moines time and time again when i was younger:

--there wuz this cat everybody called 'smiley', cuz he'd always be sittin on a bench at one of the bus stops, smilin and wavin at passin traffic.

--also, there wuz another guy who would always be at kaleidescope at the hub (shoppin center in downtown des moines), who would be sketchin portraits of pix people gave him (i think folks paid 'im to draw stuff for them). he wuz an awesome artist, too...i never got to know the cat's name, tho'.

--my father had a friend who i'd also see walkin around nearby where i lived. i don't remember the brotha's name, but i remember three things about 'im: he wuz always drunk, he looked a lot like marvin gaye and he always called me 'jenny' for some reason (probably cuz he couldn't pronounce my name or whatever).

who were some of the oddball people in your neighborhood? this could either be from back when you were growin up or even nowadays.

Oh lawrd where do I begin? there was this weird ass woman who lived down the street from me, I mean this woman was a trip. She use to get in her car on Halloween night and try to run over kids, she shot and killed her husband in their kitchen, she use to call the police and tell them that someone was trying to break into her house and then she would pull a gun out on them, it's all true.

I'm probably the weirdo in my neighborhood.

My neighborhood is practically jumping with junkies and pushers and hookers and men who are either looking for hookers or a visit to one of the porn shops, topless bars or sex clubs.
I just moved in here. I know it doen't sound like it, but this neighborhood is in the process of being cleaned up and is actually considered a trendy part of Copenhagen. Apartment prizes are rocketing skyhigh.
But for now, as weirdoes go... I don't even know where to begin.
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I have a girl neighbor that wants to get in my pants...

LittleMissMuffin said:

You sure that's not althom in a wig?

There's a really old roly-poly lady in my neighborhood with a bright pink crew cut who pushes a little old lady cart around as if it were a chariot out of Mad Max, and curses at people when they won't get out of her way.

I want to be her best friend one day, but I think she would just as soon throw me into traffic.

i live in the boonies, and our next door neighbors have taken full advantage of it. back in high school, the guy (around my same age) next door would take pictures of me and my sisters when we tanned and passed them around school. freakin' freaks

TRON said:

but anyways...aside from moi...theres this homeless dude that scares me never fails always pops up when im around the neighborhood..i want to give him money or something but dont want to get attacked by ol boy. he looks a little

Only 1 here in the org neighbourhood. And that's DANSA. :WACKY:

:GRIN:

ME

Or these guys


Nice Mullet: Who is that weirdo

Havent really seen ANY worth MENTIONING, but I could assume "I'm" considered weird bcuz I play my PRINCE music VERY loud almost EVERY nite. In summer, people have 2 listen along, with their & my windows open, u know, but now its colder, so the lyrics & rythyms they MUST have memorized all summer will most likely make them JW'S & prince fams. I live in a rural area now, so I am FREE 2 BLAST AWAY...When I move & get my apt. I will need 2 be considerate. NOT COOL! Will miss my LOUD music. Plus I drive around with my stereo up too. Now "THAT" I CAN STILL ENJOY while driving, even in my new apt. Oh yeah, I guess I do have some weirdo's 2 report...Strange thing is someone shines a light(s) in my living room windows in the early mornings every day. Cant figure out why yet, or who, (but I have my suspicions), so I ignore it or flash them back. I guess U could consider me rather bored nowadays... But yeah, we have our weird ppl.
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Paisley said:

Is this all 4 real? I do hope shes locked up now! Jesus help HER. It sounds funny at 1st, but man, talk about crazy AND sick! Can I ask where U live abouts, so I NEVER move there? It's not anywhere near the Bates motel is it?

mrbungle said:

you shmuck... det a job..

Where I used to live when I grew up there was this old man who was stark raving mad, would mumble to himself in a whiny shaky voice about how the air was killing us all... he's make inventions to keep air from coming into his nose, like clamps and shit, but he then breathed through his mouth... he also stole an oxygen tube from a hospital, complete with the little nose thingies and hose... and wear it, he'd always be on the subway. When people didn't listen to him he'd get aggressive Also, he thought water was hurting him too, so u can imagine how he smelled.
Then there was, in the same neighbourhood, this HUGE guy, prolly 6'8" at least, and wide too... he had these little voices in his head u see, and he paid no attention to other people till the voices became too loud...then I left the subway car if he entered

There was a group housing for psych cases in my area, can u tell?

There was this guy that used to walk all around Uptown. Tall, skinny, curly hair, pretty normal looking, T-shirt, jeans, sneakers, except you only ever saw him walking. And he walked very forcefully, thrusting his chest out kind of. We all called him "walking man" or "walking dude." If you mention him to this day to someone who's lived in or around Uptown in the last 10 years they know excatl;y who you're talking about.

Then one day I found out one of my friends was having a beer with some other people on his porch and saw walking man walk by. So they yelled at him to come over and have a beer. And HE DID! They had a beer with WALKING MAN!! And found out he was mostly normal, but a litte wierd and was really into pro-wrestling.

CarrieMpls said:

i know who youre talking about!!! in fact!! in 1995...i was living in the this apartment with a couple people...i was in transition...but anyways...it was right by rainboow foods...and one day i walked up to rainbow...and low and behold.,..there was walking man right on the sidewalk!! eating a popsicle...he had a whole box with him and it was like 9 in the morning!! i looked at him and smiled...and he offered me a popsicle! i split an orange popsicle with him!!!

on a side note...this is my 2000th post!!!

My friend, Jason used to take the bus in downtown Detroit to get to school...he would meet all kinds of kooky characters...I think my favorite one he told me about was 'Number One'

This man was clearly homeless and most likely suffering from some sort of mental illness, but he was always up on recent events in the news.

Around the time Wilt Chamberlin passed away he was standing on the corner yelling out 'Did Wilt Chamberlin die of a snake bite?'

And, then there was his signature line 'They're trying to put a white boy over number one (clearly referring to himself)'

When Michigan State won the NCAA basketball championship he was saying 'They're trying to say Michigan State is number one...well, I don't see Michigan State around here!'

Another time he simply lowered his sunglasses and said 'It is IMPOSSIBLE to make me number two.'



He had GREAT self-esteem
Unfortunately, Number One has not been seen around lately...I hope he's doing ok.

violett said:

YOU SHARED A POPSICLE WITH WALKING MAN???

oh my!

what about the crackhead/nomeless guy..who frequents the city...with the blanket and hat and jacket...that he wants tries to get passerbys to sign for the small fee of one dollar?? the last time that jackass tried to ask me to sign his shit...i went off on him!! i was like...DUDE i have already given you a dollar...if you want me to sign it...ill sign it...but i aint giving you another dolla!!! he got mad of course...i had to make a speedy get-a-way LOL

violett said:

I've signed his jacket, like 15 times. He's been around for at least 12 years!!

My neighborhood is so yuppie! I have lived here 20 years and still have not seen a weirdo..

I feel so abnormal! I feel like I am missing out on a adventure.

Oh! Right outside my office window well I saw a young man with a needle in his arm... That broke my heart...

mrbungle said:

Would U be ONE of "these" guys? Just curious... Excuse my being blunt, but just looking at ur profile, U seem 2 be the kind of guy thats in trouble alot? I mean, I know ppl make "prison" their careers, but "HOBBY"? Not Cool at all. Plus coming on Prince.Org & threatening someone is very tacky, not 2 mention very "risky", but if U dig prison life like U say, hey, GO 4 IT, DUDE! U got lots of issues, IMO. Like PEJ said: Get a GOOD job, AND if U did work 4 someone "personally" its obvious U must of screwed up "BIG TIME", and THEY STILL WANT 2 TAKE U OUT even??? Whats ur complaint? Did the person pay U? Do U have a problem with ppl watching U work at all, that ur NOW? watching them? This is disturbing as well as interesting 2 me, as I have been in a similiar situation recently, PLUS, I'm interested in helping if I can. If U want 2 talk about it, u can email me or org note me. If u dont, thats cool too. GOOD LUCK! PEACE...

2the9s said:

grandebelle said:

Dont worry this woman croaked about five years ago. :LOL:

Handclapsfingasnapz said:

I feel a box of chocolates coming up...

I grew up in this small village and there are strange people EVERYWHERE, but in little villages they stand out.

We had a cat lady, who fed all the straycats, wearing this yellow rainboots and a skirt. And some more clothes, of course, but the boots stood out.

I once say her walking a cat on a leash, but the cat had climbed up a tree. Seeing her standing there, the leash dissappearing in the leafs is something still stuck in my mind.

Ooh, and the chuicken lady; she had chickens in her livingroom and they all had names, like Mrs de Winter etc. It was like a chicken soap. I quite liked her and later n did community work for her, doing her shopping.

In the town where I grew up there was this fella who we called "Bang Bang". He was a bearded man, a bit grubby looking, who used to wander the streets with a broom. Every now and again he would lean this broom up against a tree and take a few steps back before "shooting" it with his hand in the shape of a gun. He would even get "shot" himself sometimes and fall down. Quite entertaining to watch.

My family was always the weirdo family in the neighborhood. Still are.