last night, my roommate john and myself were returning to our suite when we spotted a man with no shirt on stumbling around belligerently. we thought that it was funny at first, but became increasingly concerned when he stumbled past us with no movement in his eyes. i mean, a completely blank stare. we asked him if he was ok, and he didn't respond at first.
then he grunted something that sounded like, "guuuuuuuuAH."
i smelled alcohol on his breath, but since he was incapable of human speech, i felt like we should help this guy. he stumbles past us for awhile, and enters the graduate quad. he then runs, full speed, into a glass window. confused on why he wasn't able to pass though a barrier that he could not see, he tries to open every door in the complex. we start searching for a CA, because this guy needs some serious help. Kelly, a friend that lives in grad housing, comes out and helps us find a CA. he continues to stumble around, not responding to anything we say, and also falling down several times, injuring himself and some shrubbery in the courtyard. at this point, we know that a CA couldn't do much to help this guy, and we call the police. before they arrive, he calms down, and sits in the courtyard. the police arrive and he is able to tell them his name. we leave, knowing that the situation is in good hands.
we see an ambulance speeding towards the scene as we are leaving, and we wonder is that dude is gonna be ok. our concerns are put to rest when we see him in our dining hall the next day, staring at his food, grinning creepily.
long story short, if you decide to try and save a life, at least make sure that the dude isn't trippin' balls and go permanently insane due to your strange appearance.
short story short, i freaked that dude out.
lay off the 'shrooms
-Jizzy T
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