The following took place while I was on a bus from UNM to Tramway and Central:
Sketchy old man on my right(Talking to sketchy punk on my left): Hey how are you?
Sketchy punk: I'm doing pretty good, I just moved back here.
Sketchy old man: well good to see you.
Sketchy punk (refering to me): Is this your daughter?
Sketchy old man: No. This is my lady. Hahahaha.
Me: No...
Sketchy punk proceeds to tell me that he is a self employed tattoo artist, and an aspiring hip hop artist. After casual chatting he gets off at his bus stop.
Sketchy old man: If you were my daughter I wouldn't let you talk to him.
Me: Where do you know him from?
Sketchy old man: We spent a couple months in jail together.
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Me: Oh that's good.
