Tim...Here is a guy I met outside the bike shop today. I went to the bike shop because my headlight was broken and also needed to get a tail light too (the tail light had broken after I had accidentally dropped it off of my bike some time ago). Anyways, I got to the bike shop at 9:45 and they didn't open until 10:00. There was this guy (pictured) who was sort of loitering outside of the shop, he was obviously drunk, and we talked for about twenty minutes or so. I could smell the alcohol all over him and his general disposition was pretty ornery and unpleasant but after awhile he turned out to be OK. I thought I'd try to strike up some conversation with him about guitar playing (I noticed he had one sitting in the corner near his purple back pack that said 'NYU' on it). First, I got the guitar out and played him a song or two...then it was his turn. He played a couple Nickleback songs and then a song by Staind. Then I asked him if I could take his picture (the one above is just one of the pictures I took).
The guy seemed like he was a little messed up (obviously drunk) and I felt bad. I hope that things aren't too rough for him, I wish that I could help him (I'd like to think just talking to him was good company), but then there is only so much that I can do. At first, he told me his name was Tony Montana, then he told me his name was Tim Allen, someone passed on the sidewalk and said to him Hi, Dennis!, and then someone in the bike shop thought his name was Cody. Whatever his name is, I hope and wish the best for him.
Today, I need to be productive. I have so many things to do. Good thing is that there are really only 3 weeks left. Three weeks of suffering.
