The other day I was walking north on McDaniel's en route to the library when I come across my favorite drunk in North Las Vegas...Eddie:
"Goddammit, what are you doing boy?" I yell at him as I am ten yards away. At first he didn't recognize me, and then I come into focus - "Birthday boy," he yells. Last time the two of us met I instructed him to get his drunk, passed out ass off the sidewalk. It was also my birthday, and I didn't appreciate seeing a sorry sight like him on my birthday - "Goddammit Eddie! I haven't seen you in a while. It's good to know you are still alive." I have developed a certain affinity for a number of street people in North Las Vegas. I'm pretty sure it's because they serve as good subjects to humanize in my blog.
Now I am standing directly in front of him. I shake his hand, his hand shake is soft, his hands are trembling and cold - "Eddie, are you okay?" I ask. He says in a slur - "I will be okay once I get my medicine in me. I'm just on my way to the store." I decide enough with the niceties and thus tell him to be careful. I then resume my trek to the library.
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