One of my homeless friends was really drunk last night. Iāve never seen him like this before, but I heard second hand about his problem. He was sitting in a chair outside ā it was pretty cold. I offered him pizza, but he was not responsive. At all.
Ten minutes later, I hollered at him. He opened one eye, looked at me and said, āI love you too much to kick your butt, but I want to kick someoneās butt.ā Then he gave me a fist bump, staggered to his feet, and shuffled off to a port-a-potty.
Heās a drunk. But heās also a hard working friend. I canāt turn my back on him, but I will keep loving him and try to steer him in the right direction.
