It's 1:26 am and I'm here on the computer blogging. I'm not tired in fact I am buzzed..no drunk..yes I am drunk all alone. The funny thing about drinking alone is there isn't anybody else drunk or sober to reference as to my own state so I'm not sure if I'm just buzzed or completely drunk. I got home from work today finished packing all my worldly possessions and started loading my coche (spanish for car). As I'm doing that an obviously homeless (judging by attire and stench) man approaches me and asks me if;
"You moving? you need help?"
"No, man I'm good."
He said something and it wasn't what he said but the time he gave me to think about it..that gave me the change of heart. it may have been more selfish than altruistic..an opportunity for me to step out of my comfort zone..I mean that's what my entire next year is supposed to be right? What an appropriate way to start the adventure.
So I hire him.
"Twenty bucks and you're coming to Oakland with me."
Robert Delarippa was his name. Age 39.
Anyhow, we complete the moving, I drop him off at his spot and I get home. I box up the last of my things and sit there not knowing what to do, so I cut my hair, shave, shower and I make myself a drink. Way too much vodka and some mango juice.
Would you like some mango juice with that vodka?