The village idiot of Las Vegas wakes a man from his drunken stupor.

The other day I was walking down McDaniel on my way home from the library. After crossing Lake Meade I notice a guy lying on the sidewalk a hundred feet or so from me. I walk up and look directly down at him. My initial thoughts were he was sleeping off a bender, but I wasn't sure, so I say in a mellow tone - "Sir, are you alright?" - he fails to answer - so I say it again, this time in a higher tone - "Sir! Are you alright?" - he fails to answer once again.

After hearing no answer for the second time I decide a more drastic approach is called for. At first I thought of checking his pulse - but I didn't want to touch him - so I kick him in the shoes a couple times. He comes to, looks up and says - "Where the hell am I?" I inform him that he is lying in the middle of a sidewalk on McDaniel and that it would be best for him to get up and be on his way - "You don't want the police showing up," I add.

He struggles to his feet and slurs (in an alcohol soaked breath) - "How long have I been lying here?" I tell him I have no idea, I then add - "Do you need to pass out again? If so, go to the park and do it. No one will care there," he asks, "Where is the park?" - I instruct him to follow me.

Halfway there he becomes woozy and says, - "I have to sit down, I think I am going to be sick," he set on the curb and began dry heaving. At this point I had seen enough of him to last a lifetime. I tell him good luck and continue on my way home.

Today I passed the park on the way to the library and saw the very same guy passed out underneath a shade tree - "At least he made it the park," were my thoughts as I continued on.