I was driving home late last night from a party at my friend Ron's place. While at a light, I saw a strange fellow crossing the street in front of me. It was a freezing Des Moines, Iowa night and this dude had on no coat, gloves, stocking cap...just a shirt and nice pants. He was jamming to some music on his Ipod. I looked down and he had one show on. The guy didn't look homeless. He was dressed nice. He had a tie that was undone around his neck. He did look extremely drunk as he was dancing and walking in a zig-zaggy line.
Then, all of a sudden, he stopped in the middle of the crosswalk, raised his hands up and out and took a deep breath. It looked like he was getting ready to do something that he had to psyche himself up for. Then, he jogged a couple of steps and did a cartwheel and a back flip! He gave a big holla out to no one in particular, shoved his fists in the air and smiled as he skipped away.
It appears his party was better than Ron's party! I needed whatever he was on...
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