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I doubt this site is heavily populated with straights & squares, so our consensus on normal might be a bad litmus test. This wouldn't be incredibly out of the ordinary for me.
First thing I thought of reading your story, a thing happened to me a few weeks back, i was leaving a bodega & a barefoot (bad bad idea bro) white guy w an afro & a guitar, bout 25ish, wandered up to me & asked if he could play a song he wrote for his mother, called "xanax & pepsi" sure why not, I wasn't busy, I'll bite.
Guy was pretty good. I recorded him playing. I offered to run home & grab him a pair of shoes I happened to have laying around that I thought might fit him. He said no thank you.
Haven't seen him around since. I hope he didn't step on anything sharp.
First thing I thought of reading your story, a thing happened to me a few weeks back, i was leaving a bodega & a barefoot (bad bad idea bro) white guy w an afro & a guitar, bout 25ish, wandered up to me & asked if he could play a song he wrote for his mother, called "xanax & pepsi" sure why not, I wasn't busy, I'll bite.
Guy was pretty good. I recorded him playing. I offered to run home & grab him a pair of shoes I happened to have laying around that I thought might fit him. He said no thank you.
Haven't seen him around since. I hope he didn't step on anything sharp.
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Hopefully not long.
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Turning down free booze would have been a bitch-move anyhow.
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I really feel for Alcohol Man. He just wanted to have a small moment of human connection in the wake of his mom's death. I hope his grief is manageable and his memories of his mom are full of joy.
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Hopefully the troons of Sisterwood have not figured out how to make booze with your name on it yet.
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Kinda odd, but its an entirely human encounter. I had something like this happen to me once.
It was back in the late 90s and I was about 17. I recently lost a parent myself, so I feel like I can feel the mindset of this man. The parent I lost was the last parent living and it was sudden, so I really had no real place to live at that point and was couch surfing while saving up enough from my minimum wage job to buy a truck or a van to live in through a cold midwest winter. I had friends, but they were mostly 16-20 and all lived with parents. I got out of work one night and took a bus down to my friend's place. This was the late 90s so people didn't have cell phones to remain in constant communication 24/7.
I get there and his mom was drunk as fuck and didn't want me staying there, so I really had no options, I was going to wander the street all night and figure something out in the morning. It was about 1:45 at night, so it was about the time when the liquor stores shut down. I went in to pick up a mountain dew so I could get a bit of a caffeine rush, and there was an older lady at the counter. She was talking with the Indian guy behind the register and being animated. Not angry or frustrated, but really jovial in nature. She had just purchased her drinks for the night and he seemed as though her friendliness was growing thin, as was her welcome. I bought my pop and slinked out the door.
I was in no rush, so I just cracked my drink and was looking in the news stand at a months-old copy of the Detroit Free Press. It was striking to me because it was from a date before my parent had passed. Sorta hit me. Anyways, I hear the door squeak open and the lady came out. She looked about mid-40s with a strong jawline and stringy hair. I look over and she asked why I was out. I was 17, but I had a babyface and long hair. I looked about 15-16. I told her I had no place to go and she asked my age and we got to talking. I was scared she might call the cops because technically it was illegal for me to be out because of curfew laws for people under the age of 18. Surprisingly, she pulls out a bottle of rum from her bag and invites me back to her place. I figure she is a strong drinker because of her voice, so I agree.
I hadn't done much drinking at that point in my life. I mainly smoked a lot of weed in junior high and high school before dropping out. We get to talking on the short car ride home and come to find she lived alone. That was great for me because I didn't want someone else telling me "no" once I arrived. She also lived across 8 mile at the Detroit border so I didn't want to get caught there and have to walk through enemy territory. So we get there and settle in, and the second replay of Monday Nitro was about to start. This was at a time where they would replay the show all night. I was huge into wrestling but didn't get to see it much at the time. She was big into it to, so we settled in and got to drinking.
We didn't watch much, mainly talked. She told me about how her family won't talk to her anymore and that her life had changed a lot over the last 4 years. Over time we got to slurring and our voices got to change. She started speaking with a deeper voice, and I suspected that she had a drinking problem. She got up to go to the bathroom and came back in a silk robe with a spaghetti string crop top and white underwear. I noticed something, and at first I became concerned. There was a bulge protruding about 5 inches to the left in the underwear and I thought it was a gun. I didn't want to be shy about that because i thought that maybe she thought I was a homeless vagrant looking to rob her. So I point it out saying "you don't need this, I appreciate you letting me come here and I will leave if you want". She responds by flipping the legband to the side and letting her dick flop out, saying "what if i want to use it?"
She went ahead and flopped back and forth, basically chubbing up as she did it. I didn't know what to say. She had been generous but I was not prepared for this. I went ahead and looked up at her and...
Ever since then I have found comfort in older women when I have been in times of need. I will never forget Sheryl and everything she taught me about myself.
It was back in the late 90s and I was about 17. I recently lost a parent myself, so I feel like I can feel the mindset of this man. The parent I lost was the last parent living and it was sudden, so I really had no real place to live at that point and was couch surfing while saving up enough from my minimum wage job to buy a truck or a van to live in through a cold midwest winter. I had friends, but they were mostly 16-20 and all lived with parents. I got out of work one night and took a bus down to my friend's place. This was the late 90s so people didn't have cell phones to remain in constant communication 24/7.
I get there and his mom was drunk as fuck and didn't want me staying there, so I really had no options, I was going to wander the street all night and figure something out in the morning. It was about 1:45 at night, so it was about the time when the liquor stores shut down. I went in to pick up a mountain dew so I could get a bit of a caffeine rush, and there was an older lady at the counter. She was talking with the Indian guy behind the register and being animated. Not angry or frustrated, but really jovial in nature. She had just purchased her drinks for the night and he seemed as though her friendliness was growing thin, as was her welcome. I bought my pop and slinked out the door.
I was in no rush, so I just cracked my drink and was looking in the news stand at a months-old copy of the Detroit Free Press. It was striking to me because it was from a date before my parent had passed. Sorta hit me. Anyways, I hear the door squeak open and the lady came out. She looked about mid-40s with a strong jawline and stringy hair. I look over and she asked why I was out. I was 17, but I had a babyface and long hair. I looked about 15-16. I told her I had no place to go and she asked my age and we got to talking. I was scared she might call the cops because technically it was illegal for me to be out because of curfew laws for people under the age of 18. Surprisingly, she pulls out a bottle of rum from her bag and invites me back to her place. I figure she is a strong drinker because of her voice, so I agree.
I hadn't done much drinking at that point in my life. I mainly smoked a lot of weed in junior high and high school before dropping out. We get to talking on the short car ride home and come to find she lived alone. That was great for me because I didn't want someone else telling me "no" once I arrived. She also lived across 8 mile at the Detroit border so I didn't want to get caught there and have to walk through enemy territory. So we get there and settle in, and the second replay of Monday Nitro was about to start. This was at a time where they would replay the show all night. I was huge into wrestling but didn't get to see it much at the time. She was big into it to, so we settled in and got to drinking.
We didn't watch much, mainly talked. She told me about how her family won't talk to her anymore and that her life had changed a lot over the last 4 years. Over time we got to slurring and our voices got to change. She started speaking with a deeper voice, and I suspected that she had a drinking problem. She got up to go to the bathroom and came back in a silk robe with a spaghetti string crop top and white underwear. I noticed something, and at first I became concerned. There was a bulge protruding about 5 inches to the left in the underwear and I thought it was a gun. I didn't want to be shy about that because i thought that maybe she thought I was a homeless vagrant looking to rob her. So I point it out saying "you don't need this, I appreciate you letting me come here and I will leave if you want". She responds by flipping the legband to the side and letting her dick flop out, saying "what if i want to use it?"
She went ahead and flopped back and forth, basically chubbing up as she did it. I didn't know what to say. She had been generous but I was not prepared for this. I went ahead and looked up at her and...
began to perform oral sex on her. I had never done this before, so I basically did the things I could remember liking the times when I had received it in the past. I took the soft mushroom head into my mouth, followed by the shaft. At that poiint it was throbbing. The shaft was the kind with a prominent blue vein. If you do not have this or have never been with someone who has this, you can actually feel it moving around in between your lips. After a few minutes of that, she removed her dick from my mouth and helped me undress. That wasn't too difficult as I wore the stereotypical late 90s baggy pants and shirt. She dropped my boxers and returned the favor. She then took me to her room and stripped me.
On the bed, she laid on her side and invited me to spoon, to which I entered from behind. She passed me a bottle of Astroglide and I applied some. I never used it before so I didn't know how much to apply. I didn't use enough, so I had to take anouther gob an slather my shaft with it. i pushed in with literally no problem. It wasn't my first time doing anal but it was certainly the best. I could feel the gription pulling me deeper in. I could feel myself pressing against her prostate, stroking it with each push. About a minute in I heard "UGH!" and saw streams shoot across the bed. She put her hand back on my leg and gripped me as I continued to smash inside. About 4 minutes later I couldn't take it. I reached up and grabbed her face, pulling her toward mine and tongue kissed as I unloaded in her. I slid out and fell back. NEVER had I finished with that much fervor ever in my life. She rolled back on me and we didn't say anything, I just fell asleep.
The next morning she helped me clean up and took me to work. We continued this for about 3 weeks, but then she had to move, as she didn't have enough money to rent her place anymore.
On the bed, she laid on her side and invited me to spoon, to which I entered from behind. She passed me a bottle of Astroglide and I applied some. I never used it before so I didn't know how much to apply. I didn't use enough, so I had to take anouther gob an slather my shaft with it. i pushed in with literally no problem. It wasn't my first time doing anal but it was certainly the best. I could feel the gription pulling me deeper in. I could feel myself pressing against her prostate, stroking it with each push. About a minute in I heard "UGH!" and saw streams shoot across the bed. She put her hand back on my leg and gripped me as I continued to smash inside. About 4 minutes later I couldn't take it. I reached up and grabbed her face, pulling her toward mine and tongue kissed as I unloaded in her. I slid out and fell back. NEVER had I finished with that much fervor ever in my life. She rolled back on me and we didn't say anything, I just fell asleep.
The next morning she helped me clean up and took me to work. We continued this for about 3 weeks, but then she had to move, as she didn't have enough money to rent her place anymore.
Ever since then I have found comfort in older women when I have been in times of need. I will never forget Sheryl and everything she taught me about myself.
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You must be a riot at parties.
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So who gets control of KF when Null dies from being poisoned?
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diarrhoea
stomach pain
drowsiness, dizziness or weakness
high temperature of 38C (100.4F) or above
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loss of appetite
headache
irritability
difficulty swallowing (dysphagia)
breathing difficulties
producing more saliva than normal
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@OwO What's This? most likely.
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It's unusual but not unheard of. I was at a Taco Bell in the Southwest once and a homeless Navajo dude asked me if I wanted a taco. I mean it was still wrapped, so I ate with him. But I'd seen him around the area and he just seemed like he wanted someone to talk to so we hung out for like half an hour.
So I've kind of been there.
So I've kind of been there.
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I made friends with a homeless man from Holland called Cornelius once as a teenager. He was batshit crazy but we would share weed, he'd shout at the pigeons and the rooftops, guy was a riot.
He bought me a small bottle of vodka and a tiny cheap harmonica (dude had nothing so I was really touched) and we had some fun drinking and exchanging our languages and teaching each other phrases.
I returned a week later with a beast of a 24 chord harmonica I didn't use and he played it like the devil and was so grateful when I told him to keep it.
He disappeared all of a sudden one day. Heard from another homeless guy that he'd been deported back to Holland for killing another tramp.
I thought he was sweet... (I'll gladly take my :autism: ratings)
Null, what you did was kind and humane. Being cautious is street smart but you did a good thing and seem to have judged the situation fairly well.
cheers!
He bought me a small bottle of vodka and a tiny cheap harmonica (dude had nothing so I was really touched) and we had some fun drinking and exchanging our languages and teaching each other phrases.
I returned a week later with a beast of a 24 chord harmonica I didn't use and he played it like the devil and was so grateful when I told him to keep it.
He disappeared all of a sudden one day. Heard from another homeless guy that he'd been deported back to Holland for killing another tramp.
I thought he was sweet... (I'll gladly take my :autism: ratings)
Null, what you did was kind and humane. Being cautious is street smart but you did a good thing and seem to have judged the situation fairly well.
cheers!
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Not to mention due to his being black, chances are his dad wasn't able to help him mourn outside of visiting hours
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Meh. Getting booze from passing people isn't that unusual. I work in a head shop now and I get offered alllllllllll kinds of shit around the first of the month. People are just so happy to be able to afford a new bong or "oil burner" that they like to share the wealth a bit. Had some dude plunk a rock of meth on the counter once. Told him thanks but no thanks, save it for the end of the month.
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This. Use instacart or amazon for your food and booze needs. Delivery, it's not just for Chinese food anymore.
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It's not that weird in some circumstances. Although those circumstances usually involve being pissed on a train coming back from a football match, and being surrounded by various other football fans with weird and wonderful bottles of [also rubbing] alcohol.
I think I'm Britfagging again, though.
Edity: some (read central/eastern European) cultures have a belief that it's not acceptable to drink alone, and you'd be amazed how poor hobo types can find each other when there's just one bottle of that rubbing alcohol to go around.
I think I'm Britfagging again, though.
Edity: some (read central/eastern European) cultures have a belief that it's not acceptable to drink alone, and you'd be amazed how poor hobo types can find each other when there's just one bottle of that rubbing alcohol to go around.