We were standing outside and a couple walked by with a teeny tiny puppy on a leash. One thing about spending so much time on this block: you come to recognize the people who walk by all the time, and we knew these two. And they had no business having a 7-week-old puppy. One of the guys from Lucky (not Lantz, who’s pictured above), tracked them down and twenty minutes later, he was standing in front of the bar holding the baby dog, whose name is now Ebby. It cost us $50, but turned out to be worth it.
Especially considering the two people showed up at the tattoo shop the next day, looking for the puppy. They offered Adam the $50 back, but couldn’t pay until the 1st of the month, because they’d already spent the first $50 on crack. The saga of the teeny tiny puppy named Ebby ends with a fistfight in the middle of Broad St., and the cops taking away the male crackhead.
As Josh put it: “Now he ain’t got no puppy. He ain’t got his $50. He ain’t got his crack. And now he in jail, and it’s Friday, so he’s there til Monday! Time to sit down, shut up.”