Friday, March 14, 2003
I Walked logan tonight around 1:30.. i'm a fucked up, and to boot i'm coming off of the 2nd two-day all-awake bender i've been on - this is not to say i've been drinking for the last 48 hrs, but just awake, which in it's overall effects may be worse.
I ran into Anne on 30th st. and breifly said hello. As she's talking, this group of four drunks comes staggering past us, three of the bunch holding the forth upright by the shoulders and dragging him along so that the toes of his shoes scrape the sidewalk. One of the guys, all of whom were dressed like eight graders at sunday school, turns to us as he passes and yells "What's UP, Twenty nine sixteen!"
I wonder how this kid knows where i live.
i catch up to his group later on as they are trying to pry their now comatose freind off of the sidewalk. He is completely unconcious and passers by slow down and stare, but the three are too drunk to notice, giggling and trying to hold on to their cigarettes. After a minute or so they try and carry their companion by his arms and legs, but this eventually proves unscuccessful and more hilarity ensues. As they huddle around him, and as i walk past them up to my front door (still worried about the kid who knows my address), a man in a suit with a mullet approaches from across the street and and asks if the kid is okay.
"He's fine" laughs one of the kids, sitting down on my lawn pretty much excatly where he'd just flicked his cigarette a moment before.
"YEA" sputters another, we think he drank too much Alcohol tonight!"
Laugher.
The guy with the mullet is standing over the kid, and from where i'm at it looks like he's prodding the kid's shoulder with his boot. The third kid, now laughing almost too hard to talk, adds: "Yea, and he did alot of coke before we went out, too!"
More hysterics.
"Haa.. yea, it's a good thing he didnt' eat any of those tabs!" giggles the first again, "although he did bump some of that Ritalin line at your house!"
A breif argument ensues over who'se house the drugs were done at. One of them throws a weak punch and is then tackled onto the sidewalk. No one is hurt, but somehow all four of the group are now sprawled out dramatically on the concrete, one in particular trying feverishly to light his broken cigarette.
The mullet man in the suit stops prodding and shrugs his shoulders.
"Eh," he spits, turning to leave, "we've all been there".
Haha. Who knows where mullet man has been...
I ran into Anne on 30th st. and breifly said hello. As she's talking, this group of four drunks comes staggering past us, three of the bunch holding the forth upright by the shoulders and dragging him along so that the toes of his shoes scrape the sidewalk. One of the guys, all of whom were dressed like eight graders at sunday school, turns to us as he passes and yells "What's UP, Twenty nine sixteen!"
I wonder how this kid knows where i live.
i catch up to his group later on as they are trying to pry their now comatose freind off of the sidewalk. He is completely unconcious and passers by slow down and stare, but the three are too drunk to notice, giggling and trying to hold on to their cigarettes. After a minute or so they try and carry their companion by his arms and legs, but this eventually proves unscuccessful and more hilarity ensues. As they huddle around him, and as i walk past them up to my front door (still worried about the kid who knows my address), a man in a suit with a mullet approaches from across the street and and asks if the kid is okay.
"He's fine" laughs one of the kids, sitting down on my lawn pretty much excatly where he'd just flicked his cigarette a moment before.
"YEA" sputters another, we think he drank too much Alcohol tonight!"
Laugher.
The guy with the mullet is standing over the kid, and from where i'm at it looks like he's prodding the kid's shoulder with his boot. The third kid, now laughing almost too hard to talk, adds: "Yea, and he did alot of coke before we went out, too!"
More hysterics.
"Haa.. yea, it's a good thing he didnt' eat any of those tabs!" giggles the first again, "although he did bump some of that Ritalin line at your house!"
A breif argument ensues over who'se house the drugs were done at. One of them throws a weak punch and is then tackled onto the sidewalk. No one is hurt, but somehow all four of the group are now sprawled out dramatically on the concrete, one in particular trying feverishly to light his broken cigarette.
The mullet man in the suit stops prodding and shrugs his shoulders.
"Eh," he spits, turning to leave, "we've all been there".
Haha. Who knows where mullet man has been...
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