slumming it

the night that I left edmonton, I left the aapartment and went down into the street - bummed a cigarette off a drunk indian and he became my best friend for an hour. It was sickly sweet, we walked up and down the street drinking beer. Someone gave us a joint. He talked to everyone - and if they didn't talk back - he'd want to kill them.

Then the cops showed up.

They basically picked him up and put him in the back of the van.

I stood there - (you're not allowed to drink on the street - but I didn't have a beer in my hand).

They asked me if I wanted to go with, and I said, "no I'm ok, thank you".

and went home... I still wonder what it is about me that lets me slum it - but still walk.