re: Begging around Baton Rouge

Back in the mid 90s I had a morning advocate route to businesses down Greenwell Springs Rd to the Central area. It's around 3am and I walk out of a Circle K to get some bundles and put of nowhere, the biggest black man I've ever seen is standing behind me

Scares the shite out of me but when he starts his story about his wallet getting stolen and needing to borrow a few bucks, his voice is distinctly familiar. He asked if I watched wrestling and before he could say it I say "Hey, you're the Junkyard Dog!"

I had $10 on me and gave it to him. He told me to bring my kid by where he was signing autographs the weekend and he'd pay me back and take pics with my kid. I didn't care and just was glad I wasn't going to die.

Was kinda sad looking back on it getting panhandle by JYD.