Knifing Around

by Aaron

My neighbor down the street is trying to sell my mother knives. This is like Ian Vector all over again. Ian Vector doesn't exist, but he lies to your mother, because he wants to go into your home, into your living room, with your mom, and give her a fourty five minute presentation about his product. But you never find out what his product is, because he can't come over, he calls and cancels, he has a doctor's appointment. And then you never hear from him again. But this kid didn't cancel. I met him down the street one day and struck up a conversation, which was going along pretty well, given the circumstances. That is, until I threatened to break both of his arms. Then it was ackward. I figured that it would be a good a time as any to hit the road, and he decided never to come near me or my family again. I probably could have handled this better.