Crackhead Fairytales

I'm a terrible person, but we already knew that. But like, I did something especially cruel this time. It was so funny though! At least while I was doing it... Now, I'm just filled with remorse.

OKAY, so I'm sitting in my apartment listening to music ('cos that's basically all I can do there without internet or T.V.) and all of the sudden I hear loud crying bringing carried in on the warm evening breeze. I pause, thinking it was merely my brain being crazy, then I hear it again. So, I slink to the window to see a crackhead huddled in the corner of the parking lot fence and a brick wall. He's flailing his arms around feeling various things while crying. He touched a car, a bike, the brick wall, the ground, the fence and finally a sticker bush. Now, a normal person might come down and offer the man a cup of coffee and a nice warm meal. Me, on the other hand, call Tristan to tell him about how funny it is. Then that evil bastard tells me to put my phone next to the window and he'll call back so the crackhead will hear my ringer (Tristan going, "GROAN!!!! GROAN!!!! GROAN!!!"). I oblige and laugh while doing it. Then the ringer goes and he starts crying harder. GOD, I'M SUCH A TERRIBLE PERSON. Oh well... I called Ash when the guy was smoking some more rocks and that was an experience. After he used a PBR can to smoke his crack, he lied down in the alley behind my building. He eventually cried himself on his feet and ran off screaming, "I'LL BE BACK!!!"

Funny, right?

Oh, I just bought tickets to Goldfrapp in September. Holla. Thanks Josh for introducing her majesty to me, I haven't been the same since.