I knew him as Crazy Charlie from when I worked at Dairy Queen.
He was a small skinny smelly guy, with a long crazy beard and messy wild hair. He had this wicked limp and he'd open his wallet really delicately then carefuly pick out a bill. He'd then say 'Keep the coppers'. I think he was homeless and schizophrenic.
I still see him wandering around New West once in awhile.
Ooh and I just remembered, I wasn't there but one of the girls who was told me about it. During the time I worked at Dairy Queen, he had come in one night and his you know what was hanging out.
Last edited by Noodle22 : 01-24-2010 at 09:59 PM.