3AM today:
Some dude I barely know chased me down the street as I walked away when the Bar closed. He handed me a rolled up baggie. Said two words: ‘Shrooms, dude.’ Then hustled off & was gone.
A random act of SuperCool! I was too stunned to say Thank You.
A few minutes later I curled up for some sleep in the laundry room of a random apartment building. There’s probably a hundred couches around town I could’ve crashed on. They belong to friends who’re well aware that I’ve no digs of my own. But — for their reasons — none cared to offer.
I respect that. So I politely refrain from asking.
I believe it was Gandalf who said, ‘Help not looked for is the greatest help indeed.’ Like a bag of free shrooms from the dude who stoked my faith in the essential goodness of people.
Thank you!
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