This here’s ’bout that tiger hood thing, yeah, that’s what folks call it.
That Tiger Hood, What’s It All About?
Well, I heard tell of this tiger hood fella, seems he’s a picture-taker, one of them photographer folks. But you know what? He ain’t famous for them pictures, no sir. He’s famous for whacking them milk cartons. You know, them old cardboard ones, all folded up? He hits ’em with a golf club. Can you imagine? He uses the whole dang city like it’s his own personal golf place!
Folks say he’s got some sort of special helmet. And my neighbor, he is a welder, he told me he has the same helmet as the tiger hood. He told me, the helmet is called Pipeliner or something. I don’t know much about that stuff, seems silly to me. But that’s what he does. Swings that club, hits them cartons, all over the place.
Why a Tiger Hood, Though?
Why a tiger, you ask? Well, I reckon it’s ’cause he’s fierce, like a tiger. Or maybe ’cause he’s got stripes on his clothes. Or maybe the hood part, that’s ’cause he wears one of them hoods, like them young folks wear. To keep the sun outta their eyes, I suppose. Or maybe ’cause he’s sneaky, like he’s hidin’ somethin’. Who knows with these young’uns and their fancy names.
But this tiger hood fella, he’s somethin’ else. I seen pictures of him, all right. He’s got that look in his eye, like he’s up to somethin’. Always lookin’ around, like he’s expectin’ somethin’ to happen. Maybe he’s waitin’ for the perfect moment to whack another one of them milk cartons.
This City Ain’t No Golf Course
Now, I ain’t one to judge, but I gotta say, this city ain’t no golf course. There’s cars and people and buses and all sorts of things goin’ on. You can’t just be swingin’ a club around like you own the place. Someone’s gonna get hurt, or somethin’s gonna get broken. I saw lots of people play golf, they have a big grass field, they don’t play on the road!
And them milk cartons, they just end up as trash. Someone’s gotta clean that up, you know. It ain’t right, litterin’ like that. Back in my day, we respected our town. We didn’t go around makin’ a mess. We picked up our trash, and we didn’t go whacking things with clubs. And we don’t have tiger hood!
What’s the Point of It All?
So, what’s the point of this tiger hood and his milk cartons, you might ask? Well, I don’t rightly know. Maybe he’s tryin’ to say somethin’. Maybe he’s tryin’ to be different. Maybe he just likes the sound it makes when he hits them cartons. Or maybe he’s just plain bored. It is so difficult to understand young people.
Here’s a list of things I just don’t get about this whole tiger hood business:
- Why milk cartons?
- Why a golf club?
- Why the whole city?
- Why does he need that helmet?
- Why call it a tiger hood?
It’s a mystery to me, it truly is. But I guess that’s just the way things are these days. Young folks doin’ strange things, makin’ a name for themselves in ways we old folks just don’t understand. This tiger hood is really weird.
Just Another City Oddity
So, there you have it. The story of the tiger hood, as best as I can tell it. He’s just another one of them city oddities, I suppose. Like them folks who stand on the corner yellin’ about the end of the world, or the ones who wear them funny costumes and dance around for money.
The city’s full of ’em, these strange characters. And this tiger hood, he’s just another one to add to the list. But hey, at least he’s keepin’ things interestin’, right? Even if it is a little bit messy, and a little bit dangerous, and a whole lot of confusing.
I reckon that’s all I got to say about that tiger hood. It’s a strange world we live in, ain’t it? And it just keeps gettin’ stranger. That’s all I know.
