Saturday, April 2, 2016

New York Minute 28 - Falling Down Drunk

He seemed fine as he J-walked across 46th Street with a friend - slender young guy, boyish face, close-cropped orange hair. He must have misjudged the height of the curb as he tried to step onto the sidewalk. 

Boom! Down he went! He landed on his chest. It looked for a moment as though he might practice the breast stroke right there on the concrete.

His friend helped him back onto his feet. He staggered like a dazed scarecrow.

This poor guy probably won't remember much of this St. Patrick's Day. He will remember the hangover.








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