teeth the colour of toffee pop corn

Busy weekend let me assure you. First there was mild sexual molestation at a bus stop, with three dudes waving their tadgers at me. Which highlights the need for me to carry a lighter about from now on. Then there was a reasonably good flat party, where I won at gay twister (like normal twister, but played with gay dudes) And then, on my extremely tired walk home from a flat full of women, i came across an old dude lying on the ground with a young dude doing the contraversial thing of looking over him in concern and calling an ambulance

The young guy explained to me he had seen the old dude collapsed in the middle of the road while drivign, and so had stopped to drag him to the pavement. Now this old guy was quite the sight let me tell you. He fair reeked of booze and piss and shit, his fly was undone and his hands were stumpy and deformed. he did have a rather spiffy cowboy hat though, which he clutched weakly in his non fingers.

I waited with these two, feeling fair useless and pointless, though a whole bunch of other folk passed without so much as looking. I'd like to think that maybe my presence made the kind young guy feel less awkward and stupid for having stopped and done the right thing. wishful thinking no doubt

Anyhoo, eventually the rapid response car ambulance arrives and the paramedic steps out with an air of skepticism about him. which was quite understandale given i think the old dude started demanding morphine off of him. it was hard to tell, his voice was cracked and strained and full of hate for the world. the paramedic (who i was not the least surpised had donned sanitary gloves) told us we could leave. we did

Saw the old dude the next day, walking down the street. gave him a nod but i don't think he recognised me

thought of the day-why do non employed students feel they have a right to call themselves members of the the socialist workers soceity