Just Another Night I was standing outside the bar with my friend smoking. My back was to the door as we exchanged random bits of whatever. Suddenly I felt a hard slap to the back of my neck. I spun around my fist balled up ready to punch away. As I turned I saw a man, in his min-fifties, spinning around and falling flat on his back onto the ground. His head cracked against the sidewalk making the most terrible sound. The people outside immediately converged upon him to check him out and help him up. As he was being brought to his feet it was obvious he was very, very drunk. He had a friend of his there to assist him along with the others. He began to try and talk his friend into getting into a cab. He refused diligently even while slurring his every word. Finally, a cab came rolling by and his friend implored me to go grab it. I jogged after the cab and flagged it down. My friend and his friend slowly brought him over to the cab doing the sailor walk and eventually he was poured inside and taken away into the night. I paused briefly and thought about how sad it was that somebody would allow themselves to get so sloppy drunk in public. Then I remembered the time I fell of a bar. And the time I almost threw up on a stripper. And the time I attacked a bush and ended up hitting my head against the wall of a building. And the time I randomly tackled my friend to the ground. Etc.
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