Quality ray
WOW OK THIS IS THE BEST STORY I HAVE, THANKS FOR ASKING KELLY.
One time last summer, I threw a bonfire at my house. All of my friends were outside around the fire, drinking and having a grand old time. Well, my house happens to be by the back parking lot of a bar, and my side yard is in the dead end by this area. All the sudden, we see this crazy old coot come crawling out of the brambles by the dead end and we’re all like WTF??? THIS MAN SAYS TO US “I saw your fire and I thought Id want to hang out with you” or some crazy stupid shit. he’s all busted up and dirty looking. He says he is drunk and fell off his bike. He starts a sing a long. Eventually, he begins to walk…somewhere? home? And he tries to open my friend’s car and get inside as he is walking by. The entire time he is there I am having a heart attack because a homeless man just showed up at my bonfire and it’s not the idea that he was homeless that offended me it was the idea that he was acting so strange and drunk and scary AND HE WAS OUTSIDE MY HOUSE but I couldn’t call the cops because there was underage drinking ok and it was really really really really scary. And so eventually he walks away and we are all like *collective sigh of relief* and it’s over. Weeks later, my friends spot this man who identified himself as “Quality Ray” at the liquor store, and they find out from the liquor store guy that he is a regular and just some drunk guy that lives in my neighborhood with his mom even though he was seriously like 50 years old. So that’s the Legend of Quality Ray, kids.