Old Scotch / M4M / East Village, NYC
You collapsed on Houston and Lafayette, I think, this was a while ago, but I’m sure it was four in the afternoon and a Thursday, also, you were wasted and wearing a black suit jacket, white t-shirt, really dirty. You collapsed backwards, toward the curb. I was walking behind you—I was wearing a black vest from EMS and had this wraparound mustache that left my chin looking like the end of undercooked pork tenderloin—when you started falling, I thought I could catch your head, but I didn’t, I don’t know why, and I meant to at least see if you were alright, but then all those people swarmed around you and stood there watching you unable to get up. I stayed for a few minutes. You couldn’t stay sitting up. I can’t understand why they got you a cab. Where was it going to take you? Listen, I have to tell you what happened. I forgot where I was going. I mean I didn’t have anywhere to go, so I got on the train, went up to 72nd, and walked a couple of blocks, and I think just as I really forgot about you, then another guy, who looked just like you, collapsed into a fruit stand. Just like you, except with oranges rolling everywhere, and a huge Armenian guy yelling at him.
via Sam Amadon
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