Passed out, spread eagle, at Columbus Circle
That’s the state in which I found a dude on the way home. He had a clear plastic cup loosely grasped in his right hand. Clearly, he had a pretty great night.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so wasted. I mean, I’ve blacked out a number of times; I’ve woken up not sure of where I was. But I’ve never been woken up by a stranger, outside, in a public place. That’s pretty extreme. By a stranger, maybe. In a public place, sure. Outside, no. All three at once? Definitely not.
Once I woke him up he seemed coherent and mostly aware of his surroundings. I couldn’t quite persuade him to get in a cab, but I think he’s going to be ok. I hope.
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