One afternoon I'm hanging out with my roomates and a couple of their buddies in Fort Smith NWT when we see a shirtless drunk with a huge gut (think 50-year-old bald Randy) stagger across the front lawn listening to a walkman.
He stumbles up the front steps of the house, opens the door, and starts shouting incoherently. One of my roommates, a hyper-active 19 year old, says "check this out," runs the whole length of the house, and drop-kicks the guy through the porch railing and onto the lawn. The drunk, headphones dangling from his neck, lurches to his feet, rips a board off the broken railing, and starts swinging it at my roommate like some kind of dazed ogre.
Everybody is laughing and cheering as my roommate dances around the lumbering fat man, taking kicks at his ass. Eventually the drunk goes down, and my roommate grabs him by the ankle and drags him up and down the gravel road while the guy is still taking swings with the board. After a few minutes the police arrive, throw the drunk in the back, and drive away. We go back to drinking our beer.
Weird stuff like that happened all the time in that town.
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Last edited by CliffFletcher; 03-07-2017 at 03:28 PM.
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