GoldenJet wrote:
So...Brick used to love scat? Sitting under a glass table as chicks took dumps above? How does a story like that make it semi public? Did he always kind of smell like hooker crap?
While cant confirm Jacks love of glass coffee tables, I can confirm many instances of him being less than polite. Some might even call him a complete asshole, first hand accounts of his visits to the Score back in the day. While none of it means he did the glassy steamers, just says that he was far far from being the jolly nice guy many had him out to be.
Plus, you would think, one damn time in his life the guy would have waved at us driving home from Wrigley. LOL...
Just wonder if it went something like this...
Driver: "Mr Brickhouse, those kids are running to the curb again to wave at you, maybe you can wave back today?"
Brickhouse : "fuck those little bastards and their fucking mothers!"
For the record, Brickhouse lived about 4/5 blocks from me and drove down our street everyday after Cubs game in an RV (Yes, it looked like an EM 50) and we waved all the time. Nope, never a wave back....maybe he was busy?
