its 2 am and im drunk and out of smokes.
so i saunter my way up to the garage (gas station) to buy some.
on the way home i find a young man passed out in the gutter. well dressed..maybe early 20s....cute...
I walk past and then catch myself. "its cold out tonight... i cant really leave this guy without making sure he's o.k........ "
"wake up: i say as i push him...
after several minutes of pushing him he stumbles to his feet.
"do you know where you are" I ask?
"umm i live near rundle street"
"rundle street is far from here... where are your friends?"
....and heres where im sucked in
"they are all on granville street"
...........................
"um dude granville street is in vancouver" (am i tripping , thats my hometown)
"your in adelaide"
"oh yeah....i live in rundle street"
"are you from vancouver"?
"yeah but i live on rundle street"
"where are your friends"?
"in Vancouver" he says and looks confused and sad
I hail a cab and get him to tell me his rundle street address... I then pay the cab driver 12$ to take him there
"arent you coming with me" he asks
"dude i dont even KNOW you" i say
and damn he was cute. apparently....at 32.... i have morals.
Morals i did NOT have at his age.
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