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Last night, working at Kingshead, the bouncer and I are watching this guy accross the street stumble all night. He was some bum obviously high on heroin. its the only drug I know to allow someone to act like he was. The guy was basically sleepign standing up for hours on end. He had his eyes half shut and completely glazed the fuck over. He was swaying back and forth violently. well sometimes violently, sometimes gently like the wind. imagine when you are dozing off in class and your head keeps bobbing back and forth. now apply this memory to your whole body, and more importantly your mind. If it is good heroin, you will also be feeling like you are orgasming continuously and gently while this is going on. and your eyes aren’t blacked out, though glazed over. they are seeing everything like an Alice and Wonderland version. if you aren’t hallucinating.
Have you ever seen someone play this game where you spin around with your forehead on a baseball bat and then try to runn a straight line? This is what we were watching for hours. the guy would put his forehead on the back of this parked suburban, probably grateful for the cool feel of the metal. He and his forehead spins around the back of this dented maroon vehicle, like a hippie under the stars. this continues, hysterically for a while, the rest of his body trying to drag him to ground. Or at least sit on the bumper. But No! The addiction doesn’t have time fo rsleep or giving up. so he bobs up and down, as if his forehead were superglued on. Occasionally the glue fails, though. and he tumbles to the ground. this is where it gets sad. the man would tumble like a bird falling out of the sky right into the middle of 14th street! a very busy road.
If you’re on heroin you shouldn’t fall assleep. it is dangerrous. you could never wake up. or you coud get run over buy a taxi. especially if you are asleep on 14th in Manhattan. have no fear. wee didn’t let that happen. if he fell into the street we would pick him up as cabbies swerved around us. eventually he found his way down the street, btu not until we tried to have the police intervene. Kingshead is right next to a dunkin donuts. so when a couple officers stopped for coffe i told them they should do something about the guy before he got hit by a cab. they said, “hey sweetheart. you see the yellow line in the middle of the road? that’ sthe beginning of the thirteenth precinct. and since we work the fourth, it ain’t our problem.” They actually almost hit him themselves when pulling away. they blinded him with the headlights doing a u turn, causing him to fall flat on his face in front of their patrol car.
They backed up and weent around the body.

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