No doubt about it; I am magnetic. While smoking on the front steps, three people with issues approached me. I fled to a nearby bar, and three more started conversations. The drunk from Seattle was easy to deal with.
"I'm sorry, I'm stepping outside to continue this pipe."
Admittedly I had to do that twice.
I did have an extra pipe.
It wasn't a lie.
The person with Tourette's Syndrome was a different matter.
I'm afraid I still don't know how to deal with that.
The alcoholic with a leg cast was also quite painfree.
She couldn't move; I'm relatively spry.
I am not a very social person.
The evening ended in quiet and solitude with a delicious snack.
I would have shared, but there was no one to do so with.
All shy bookish nerds were asleep already.
As the dingo says: "sad".
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