Living with Glasses of Water and Robert
So I went out tonight with the hopes of hanging out with friends and watching the game. But they all have jobs and lives. Suckers. But that's the meat of this tale. First off I was a good boy tonight. I had a salad and two beers. I didn't smoke and drank water for most of the night. My blood pressure medicine is only good for 2 months. If it works then they take me off and I go on a diet or whatever. Basically I stop smoking and drinking booze for a little while until I stop pissin blood and sweating through my sheets with ulsers the size of oranges. If it doesn't work then we go to the nex level. So i have to be sort of good while it takes a affect. A) I dont want them to even persue the next step and especially not at my own dumbass fault. B) I'd like to live to see Italy. Ok so to the good hearted moment of the week.
On the way home I was coming up on the harbor tunnel and they have a weird merge thing at night and some gigantic SUV Escolade pig fucker car keeps coming over because well, he's driving a semi-truck and so I have to go into he median section of the road. I hit something in the road and got a flat. A flat in the tunnel is bad and out of the tunnel can be worse but I pulled off on Boston Street and made my way to the truck stop. While starting my journey for the Bret method of a can of fix a flat and a prayer a 65 year old man came up to me asking me if I had a flat. Now bieng at a truck stop at 1 am and having a man come up to me isn't the most delicate thing in the world but I could see he was kinda old so I entertained his suggestion and it sounded good. He even missed his bus to help me out. We took a cab to a 24 hour tire place that he knew existed and I didnt. We got a tire came back and he helped me do the whole thing, considering im pretty car illiterate, (i did the manual labor...but umm is that jack...umm where does it go? were definately my questions). I was touched the entire time by him just wanting to help. Obviously I was waiting for him to take the tire iron and club me over the head at any time but I figured we could work it out if that happened. But then I drove him back to North ave. he got out, asked me for a smoke, I didnt have any and went and bought him a pack and he wished me good luck. That was that. No "Man I'm just trying to catch the bus", "Damn I need a sub", "Hey can you spare like 10 dollars". And all those things would have been ok and I would have given what he wanted but he didnt ask. He helped me because he wanted to and it made him feel good to help someone. I didn't want to insult him by offering him more than he asked like a pretensious prick who thought my time was more valuable than his. I assume that in his life he had always done that and probably hadn't had a chance to do something good for someone in a long time. I commend you Robert. I sort of learned to never taint generosity by wanting to make ammends through anything other than mutual good will and the hopes that I can one day do that for someone. Thanks again mate! The well of humanity is a little fuller thanks to you.
