I don’t know why people call Crazy Rob Anderson’s Lucky on Fulton, you know, the one across the street from internationally famous Papalote and the locally-famous shut-down NoPA cathouse, and the clubhouse of the local Woman’s Temperance Union* yeah, that Lucky, on the 5 Fulton, anyway, don’t know why people call it “ghetto” just because it’s not a Whole Foods or something. There’s nothing wrong with it, excepting for the occasional pigeon invasion.
Anyway, turned out that dude got a hold of $150 worth of alchyhol but couldn’t escape the joint so he started running laps through the checkout stands, apparently.
After getting tripped up by an employee and tackled by four dudes, it was off to the hoosegow:
And if you were hankering for some delicious purple-blue-yellow cake, well they were all fall down, all akimbo due to the fracas, so oh well.
*This Lucky has to stop selling alcohol before 9:55PM. Why? Why not. Ask the fucking Ladies’ Temperance Union / “NoPA” NOPNA Homeowner’s Association – they like making rules for others to live by, maybe they made that one too.