A friend of mine recently told me about a friend of his falling asleep (i.e. passed out drunk) on a subway train in New York City. He woke up when the train reached the end of the line (in Brooklyn) to see that someone had cut a hole in his pocket and took his wallet.
God, I love that town!
I saw the same sort of image in Las Vegas: about 10am, a guy face down on the strip of grass between the sidewalk and a low wall at the edge of a hotel parking lot. I almost nudged him with my foot to see if he was alive, but I just walked by. (He didnt seem like a homeless guy; more like some suburban amateur drinker trying to walk back to his hotel room.)
ReplyDeleteIs that any way to treat your Cookie, Irv? Really now...you said you woudn't post that photo of me. You're sleeping on the couch tonight, mister.
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