24 Apr Eh n Dubs
The following is a drunken retelling of a story written immediately after it happened.
It was edited for the love of grammar.
Which is also a really good name for a book or movie.
In a drunken stupor he walks into an A&W.
This blissful brown man feels the uneasiness underneath the Main Street Skytrain station.
A man stands cursing as if the very words course through his veins.
There is a fire and it’s not underneath a grill.
A large man walks towards what some would call the “crazy” person.
A mild threat is muttered to the untamed fire burning near the fountain drinks. The brown man looks at the robust human and inquires, “Is everything alright?”
He is waved off.
The large man grabs his goods and leaves.
The brown man walks to the fountain drinks. He listens as the man curses freely, ruthlessly, hurtfully.
Finally, “Why are you angry?” the brown man asks in an upbeat, playful voice.
The “lunatic” goes off.
Most people would call his babble mindless and weird.
But as the root-beer-drinking brown man listens as earnestly as possible (I mean, he’s pretty drunk), he starts to waver.
Slowly calm fills the A&W.
A couple watches as they whisper an order for a 3 a.m. feast.
The once-”crazy”, now-calm human slowly relaxes and leaves.
The couple applauds the brown man.
“You handled that so well!” they say
“Handled?” the brown man replies, “I didn’t handle anything. He just needed to talk to someone. Sometimes, that’s all we need.”
That, and onion rings.