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So. I went to pick them up last night, and Sherman has decided to bring some homeless guy home with us for the night? They were both pretty drunk when I picked them up, and some third guy climbed into the car with them, and I figured it was a buddy of his or something who needed a ride, but then Sherman started talking about how Dave was a guy who could "use a meal and a good washing," and I turned around finally to look at him, and realized, yes, he was pretty damn dirty. It was kind of a shock to realize some strange guy was coming to come into our house to sleep on our couch. I mean, I wasn't even asked if this was okay with me, much less if it was okay if he got free run of my bathroom and used my loofah. I just went to sleep bitterly thinking that the guy was going to be gone in the morning, run off with both of my dad's guitars, grateful that our new doors have locks so I could at least feel safe while I slept. But, the guy did not run off, and he did not rob us, so I warmed up to him in the morning as we all rolled downtown together, and I bought him breakfast.
Later in the day I was trying to tell Melissa about my night and the homeless guy, and I must have had a strange look on my face, because in the middle of my description of what happened, she cocked her head to the side, kind of clucked sympathetically and said "Did you sleep with him?"
After I had died lauging, she was like, "Well, we've all had that one..."
Later in the day I was trying to tell Melissa about my night and the homeless guy, and I must have had a strange look on my face, because in the middle of my description of what happened, she cocked her head to the side, kind of clucked sympathetically and said "Did you sleep with him?"
After I had died lauging, she was like, "Well, we've all had that one..."