Zeus dog

Once when walking with a friend out the door and down the stoop a steroid-fueled cokehead Brooklyn redneck was calling “Zeus, Zeus!” to his lost dog. This is the guy who polishes his Buick like a giant metal traffic dildo every Sunday, and he calls my friend a faggot while we are walking out of my apartment. His car has an oversized blower seamlessly stuck to the hood and carefully smoothed and buffed bondo. My friend and I think this Zeus thing is kind of funny, but can not even smirk under the paranoid-aggro gaze of a not-so-good old Brooklyn fuckhead. We went on our way instead of standing there smirking.