I've had very odd sleep patterns as of late. The heat and humidity is back, Willow continues to pound on the door to her room, and Joe has been in and out of town, which can be weird to the half-asleep mind. Who is this in bed with me? And why is he mumbling?
Last night was no different. Except at 4am, when I'm usually in the last few precious moments before wakey-wakey time, I heard an odd noise from outside the open bedroom window.
"Auuuuuuggggghhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrwwwwwwwwrrrrrr"
Sounded a bit like a cat getting really pissed off at something. We have neighborhood cats that sometimes don't get along, so I didn't think much of it.
"Auuuuuuggggghhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrwwwwwwwwrrrrrr....ooohhhhhhgaaaawwwwwwwd"
Huh. Probably not a cat. Getting a little freaked out now. I put on my specs and peer out the front window, where I see the silhouette of a tall, lanky man, fumbling around near the railroad tracks.
Holy shit. The zombies are here.
I went from eerily fascinated to disappointed and a bit scared when I heard him blurt out, "I'm gonna kill myself...I don't wanna live..." And in the stillness of the humid morning, he had The Sound of The Crazy - as in, this guy could take out a few others before himself. Gotta call the cops.
Then I realized that in his hand was not a gun but a cell phone. And he was talking to a woman who evidently didn't feel for him what he felt for her. For the next 45 minutes, he went from crying, to belligerent, to cussing her out, all throughout which he was so drunk he was barely able to stand. And so, as he fell/lay down into the gravel near the RR crossing, he Nextelled his buddy and talked about how innocent he was in whatever drama had unfolded.
"Man! I'm lying on the ground! She hates me! Oh, god I wanna die!"
He wandered up the street a bit, waking a few other folks up before his "buddy" came by to pick him up, and he was poured into the back seat of the car.
Edited to add: we live within stumbling distance of several bars, so loud, drunken folks wandering home are not uncommon...I'd just never seen one with such melodrama before...
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OMG... that is too much!
You know you still could have called the cops. I mean, don't they arrest publicly drunk people? I feel a little bad for the guy but you know, anyone who wakes me up at 4AM and keeps me up is maybe deserving of some jail time, unless of course it's my kid.
Yeah, I have to agree with Amy. I probably would have called the cops, too. If for nothing else, but to watch them come and haul him in!
i had one near my apartment once as well, finally he lay down just where the tow trucks pull up to the car repair shop. cops called, guy rescued from certain squish, and there but for the grace of god go i.
maire in florieda
< insert mad giggle >
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