I’ve had a lot of unusual stuff happen to me while going out: falling asleep on a speaker in a club, being face-nut by a rottweiler named Tupac, near death experiencing while walking by -20 degrees across a forest and a frozen lake (true story), being arrested for laughing too hard (also a true story, at least from my standpoint). And I’ve seen even more amazing stuff happen to friends of mine.
Now, the reason why we gladly recall these stories is that in the end, they all turned out with no one being (significantly) harmed. And the reason for that is that most of us follow a simple yet golden rule: if a drunken friend of yours disappears in the middle of the night, odds being it isn’t because he’s scored, you don’t assume he’s doing fine, you go and look for him. Sometimes, this means you’re gonna have to walk away from a great party or prematurely terminate what could have ended up being a passionate and meaningful love story. Whether it’s because you care for your friends or simply because you don’t want to be the one left to die in the cold the day you’re the one in need, you never abandon the sheep astray.
That’s how I was saved from near-death while walking in a frozen forest or from spending the night locked up for having laughed too hard (I swear that’s how it happened). That also how I saved a “good” “friend” of mine from certain death a little more than a year ago. I was in an awesome party when I discovered he had disappeared. Odds were he hadn’t scored, so I left the club. I stumbled upon him a few meters away, half unconscious, lying in a ditch, in a state it wouldn’t be decent to describe. I tried putting him in a cab but soon realized no decent taxi driver would accept to transport such hazardous merchandise. Having but one option left, I called those who appreciate laughter not. That’s how my “good” “friend” was safely brought home in an ambulance instead of spending the night in a ditch.
Unfortunately, this “good” “friend” seems not to recall this incident and did not consider necessary to return the favor when I potentially was in a tremendous amount of danger a few weeks ago. I’m a gentleman and will therefore not give away his name. However, if you ever see a drunk guy in Paris begging for help, saying his name is Fleurent Beuilly or anything that sounds alike, leave him to rot, will you?
2 commentaires:
I was starting to believe that you would never post this story ... finally!
Anyway: what really happened is that I
-left you with some really great guys
-took the first cab assuming you would take a second one about fifteen minutes later (since it was quite hard to get a cab that night)
-went to this club
-had a couple of drinks while waiting for you to drop in any minute
-and finally came out an hour after (so that's about thirty minutes after you should definitely have arrived)
And there I found the guys you were with (who had been having an awesome half hour in the neighbourhood but could not get into the club for some reason)while you had just gone home without even leaving a message
From that angle it doesn't look that bad (i mean, you were in no danger with these guys to look out for you)
... But ok you really have to stick to this particular angle :-)
Awesome half hour with the guys you "left me with"? You must be kiding. One was crazy fascist f*** who insulted the Chinese cab driver the whole way to the club.
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