He’s not one of the modern role
models of societies. Staggering home after the pub, he’s weaving left and right
across the pavement trying to make progress home. A stagger here, a wobble
there; then a rest; but you have to hope that he’s on his way to somewhere.
Sometimes you brave a chance to look at the face and it makes you think. What
is he trying to forget? What has happened to make him act in this manner? A
doomed relationship? An outcast? Maybe you should feel responsible; and at
least stop by to show a sense of human compassion by asking if he’s OK. But
there’s one reaction that makes you forget all this; by just looking at his
runny face or hearing that retching noise. That then says it all; he just can’t
handle it. And that he’s abandoned by everyone for the exact same reason; to
save your shoes.
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