"At least he's not lying in the middle of the sidewalk like usual," I thought to myself as I walk by his passed out ass again. Eddie, my favorite drunk in North Las Vegas, is lying on what appeared to be fresh cut grass with a nice shade tree overhang - you could see the slobber coming from his mouth as he let out soft snoring sounds. Since he wasn't lying in the middle of the sidewalk, as I usually find him, I decide to leave him be.
An hour or so later I walk by him again and he is still sawing logs. Well, this time, I decide to help my good friend out - See -- I had a six pack of Coors Light and I know he will be thirsty when he awakens...so I left a cold bottle for him (at his feet) to drink once he does awake - I'm positive he'll appreciate the gesture.
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