I'm Okay! Here's a great story about a drunk guy I met serendipitously outside of my apartment. The guy pictured above actually looks a lot like the guy I met tonight. THIS IS IN PROVO, MIND YOU! While you read this story, consider what you would have done had you been in my place: THE STORY OF JUSTIN I met a man named Justin in one of the boys buildings at Carriage Cove as he fell halfway down the stairs on his bike. "Do you live here?" I asked. Justin lit up a cigarette and took a long, interrupted drag. "No. I'm looking for Sara's house." Justin fell down again. "Whoa! That's steep." He then proceeded to tell me how he was dropped off here by "his friends" who didn't want him around anymore because he was gay. "Do you hate gays?" He asked me, breaking from his story (and obviously in search of new friends). He continued to explain in detail some of his sexual fantasies before I stopped h...
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