Wifey and I are sitting on the couch watching football last night, when I started getting strange text messages from an unknown number. When i looked up the area code, it was Philadelphia PA... Now, remember, these texts were coming in to me one by one, but it was clear from the start what was going on with this person. I explained to them that they obviously had the wrong number.... About 10 minutes after the final text, I missed a call from an 803 #, which is about 3 hours away in South Carolina. I called the person back, because it was too random that I started receiving other phone calls. On the other end was what sounded like an older lady, with a thick country accent. I identified myself and the caller said, "Ohh sorry honey, wrong number"... I said no problem, I am obviously caught between two parties trying to reach each other. Have a nice night.... At any rate, since we were talking about Philly, I must say, I have never received a text remotely like this one.... Completely not surf related, but I guess cats really do get it in in Philly. One Two Enjoy.
I know the image is small, darn it... So I will type it out verbatim Unknown Person From Philly: Snowman says call us please. Me: Who is this? Unknown Person From Philly: "The Snowman" and Nina Unknown Person From Philly: "Keith and Nina. Mr. Cox says come eat, drink and discuss the ride to Newberry. Make it worth your time" Unknown Person From Philly: Text wrong #? We do apologize Unknown Person From Philly: Hello? Me: Wrong number, Sorry. Unknown Person From Philly: So sorry Unknown Person From Philly: I'll try not to do that again, Soooo asinine of us. yep. snowman insisted... I only type Unknown Person From Philly: Now Karen, do forgive... we understand that sensitive sh**... would say... been there, if we were not still there. Much love and protection just the same.... Unknown Person From Philly: Hahaha... snowman drunk. Says still come eat. Unknown Person From Philly: Who you be? Boo? That you? Then I just stopped responding and the calls started from a distant location in SC..... I would love to know who Mr. Snowman is, but I am pretty sure of what Snowman does... I showed my wife, we were dying. It did get creepy when the phone rang.
What I envision is Snowman and Nina waiting in the back booth at a dark, dirty restaurant somewhere (owned by "Mr. Cox") in a bad park of Philly, waiting for Karen to discuss the details of her Narcotics run from the SE up to Newberry. I have only know one guy that was nick named "Snowman" and he didn't sell vacuum cleaners.
They hold their business meetings at The Republican or The Piccadilly like every other respectable drug dealer in the city...
