"Go home you old drunk! You're cranking my style." Matthew Holiday said to the old man lying down on his lawn in a winter jacket. The man didn't move, though. He just laid there snickering at Matthew, which made the young professional even more frustrated.
At his wit's end, Matthew went back inside to grab the bucket of ice cubes from the freezer. He brought them out and started smashing them with a hammer. With a crazy look in his eyes, he scooped up the chunks of ice with a shovel and started hurling them at the old man, who snickered even harder at the irony.
Unable to handle it anymore, Matthew went back inside, out on his own coat, and laid down right next to the old man.
At his wit's end, Matthew went back inside to grab the bucket of ice cubes from the freezer. He brought them out and started smashing them with a hammer. With a crazy look in his eyes, he scooped up the chunks of ice with a shovel and started hurling them at the old man, who snickered even harder at the irony.
Unable to handle it anymore, Matthew went back inside, out on his own coat, and laid down right next to the old man.
"That's the spirit!" The man said, snickering.
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