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So, depending on your age and where you live in, you've most likely come across a few drunk people. If not, you probably will. Everyone does, and everyone has an interesting story to tell about said drunken folk. Here's a little story about what happened with me last night.
So, have you come across an interesting, fascinating or just plain strange drunk person before? I'd love to hear your stories.
So one of my best friends works at a coffee shop in our city's University District. In exchange for bringing him food, helping him close and driving him home I often get free drinks (I also get free drinks from all the other baristas as well because I have them make me whatever they feel like it, and that seems to bring them a little bit of delight). Usually I hang out at the counter and chatter with him and whoever else is working there, going back to my group of friends who sit at the bar table a few steps behind me. Now, this is a slightly unusual coffee shop because it closes at midnight. So around 8-12 we can get a lot of really strange people and a lot of extremely drunken people (especially on a Friday). Anywhoo, I had my first encounter with a drunk person that wasn't obnoxious or absolutely dreadful.
He came in, absolutely overwhelmed. I think he was somewhere in his mid 30's to early 40's? His eyes, extremely red and glossy. The guy orders something and I'm still standing there talking to my bro. The man introduces himself (and I cannot, for the life of my remember his name) and tells me that, even though I probably don't care, that he just sold his ENTIRE gallery today. Everything. All of it. Every single painting sold. I actually found is extremely fascinating, but he is totally overwhelmed by it and has absolutely no idea what to do. Now we could tell he was a little drunk because at times he made no sense (and he said he stood at the back of his gallery the entire time, drinking beer). Then he looks to me and my barista friend and starts telling us of his screenplay. Absolutely marvelous. Brilliant. Dark, twisted and beautiful at the same time. The man is actually a genius for once. I usually come across drunks who hit on my female friends or wave their arms calling my barista friend and I gay.
After explaining his play he started to size my friend and I up. The man turns to me and said that I would be a perfect Lucas. I was INSANELY flattered. Even gave the man my e-mail address for if he actually wanted to go through with turning his play into a reality. So after a bit of acting that he tries to get us to do, he starts to get overwhelmed again by all the compliments we're giving his play. He starts to say something at one point, but becomes much too overwhelmed and leaves the cafe. I thought he was probably gone.
A few minutes later I head out to my car to get my eraser so that I could join my friends behind me with some sketches. Whilst coming back, I see the man slouched outside the cafe. He had lost his bag with his passport. I spend about 40 minutes trying to help him find it, listening to his story about how he's tired of always messing up and how he thinks that he is probably a future homeless person. At one point it becomes extremely depressing when he says; "What good is it being a genius when you're so screwed up?" That kind of got to me.
We never found his bag, and I even let him call his husband (who hung up on him). Eventually he calmly told me I should go back to my friends, even though I said I'd be willing to run around the block and check in all the bushes, just in case (it was 11PM by then). But he insisted.
I'm a little afraid he actually slept on the street last night, but I have to say, he was the most fascinating, and brilliant drunken persons I have ever come across. I do kind of hope he tries to keep in touch.
He came in, absolutely overwhelmed. I think he was somewhere in his mid 30's to early 40's? His eyes, extremely red and glossy. The guy orders something and I'm still standing there talking to my bro. The man introduces himself (and I cannot, for the life of my remember his name) and tells me that, even though I probably don't care, that he just sold his ENTIRE gallery today. Everything. All of it. Every single painting sold. I actually found is extremely fascinating, but he is totally overwhelmed by it and has absolutely no idea what to do. Now we could tell he was a little drunk because at times he made no sense (and he said he stood at the back of his gallery the entire time, drinking beer). Then he looks to me and my barista friend and starts telling us of his screenplay. Absolutely marvelous. Brilliant. Dark, twisted and beautiful at the same time. The man is actually a genius for once. I usually come across drunks who hit on my female friends or wave their arms calling my barista friend and I gay.
After explaining his play he started to size my friend and I up. The man turns to me and said that I would be a perfect Lucas. I was INSANELY flattered. Even gave the man my e-mail address for if he actually wanted to go through with turning his play into a reality. So after a bit of acting that he tries to get us to do, he starts to get overwhelmed again by all the compliments we're giving his play. He starts to say something at one point, but becomes much too overwhelmed and leaves the cafe. I thought he was probably gone.
A few minutes later I head out to my car to get my eraser so that I could join my friends behind me with some sketches. Whilst coming back, I see the man slouched outside the cafe. He had lost his bag with his passport. I spend about 40 minutes trying to help him find it, listening to his story about how he's tired of always messing up and how he thinks that he is probably a future homeless person. At one point it becomes extremely depressing when he says; "What good is it being a genius when you're so screwed up?" That kind of got to me.
We never found his bag, and I even let him call his husband (who hung up on him). Eventually he calmly told me I should go back to my friends, even though I said I'd be willing to run around the block and check in all the bushes, just in case (it was 11PM by then). But he insisted.
I'm a little afraid he actually slept on the street last night, but I have to say, he was the most fascinating, and brilliant drunken persons I have ever come across. I do kind of hope he tries to keep in touch.
So, have you come across an interesting, fascinating or just plain strange drunk person before? I'd love to hear your stories.
