09-27-2014, 09:14 PM
Well, just to backtrack a little, he said he needed materials, and we stopped in Santa Cruz to get some. I purchased the thick cotton thread he picked out in the colours black, green, and gold, and red. I believe the thread is crochet thread. Happy to say, he did not go the gigolo route that I could tell. I think it was a smart move on his part, as gigolos seem to be a dime a dozen in Negril, and he had marketable skills. Got him a room at my aunt's place in Red Ground, and pretty much left him to do his thing while I took samples around and tried to drum up business. I did ask him for 10 per cent of his earnings, which I thought was more than fair. He readily agreed. Around the second night we are at Risky, and he spots a very attractive young lady who looked like she was a local. She was one of those ladies that arrive four or five to a car and appear to be doing the professional girlfriend to a tourist thing for a week or a night or whatever. I believe he had not figured that out yet. He offered to buy her a beer, and she sweetly accepted. The moment the Red Stripe is in her hand she turns away and completely ignores him. She just played the new arrival for a sucker. But not so fast. He snatches the beer from her hand and pours it on the ground in front of her, with the words 'wha you tink yu a do, gyal, me a hoodlum, yu know. See mi id cyard, a West Kingston mi come from.' From that day on I called him 'Hoodlum'.