Ok, just some background: I'm a freshman at Temple University, which is in Philadelphia. I figure I'm a pretty big kid and I shouldn't have too much of a problem taking care of myself if one or two guys feels the need to rough me up. Other than that what the fuck I have nothing in my wallet.
So I happen to have a bit of extra energy after studying for my chem mid-term and decide to go for a walk before I go to sleep. I come across a guy (I shit you not) bleeding on the sidewalk and reeking pretty badly of cheap vodka. After I get him up and walking I find out he was in the city for a Smashing Pumpkins concert and went to Checkers for a burger. Well his finger is cut down to the bone and his face is pretty messed up but he says he has no insurance so he refuses to go to a hospital and WILL NOT call the cops to file a report. Oddly enough he's also from the same high school my sister graduated from in my little town about an hour north of Philly. He said he got jumped by a couple black guys who beat the contacts off his face and left with his wallet, which like mine had no money in it. So I figure I'll walk him back to my dorm to let him use my phone and to clean up his wounds. I mean the poor guy is drunk, has no phone, no money, no place to sleep, and is practically blind. But after I get him there and clean him up the only thing he could do with my phone was get an address of someone that lives in the area. So the lady at the desk tells me the address is a scant 6 blocks north, what the hell I said I'll take him there. Well, twenty blocks and almost two hours later we get there and wake the poor guy that lives there up to find out it's a bogus address. I happen to be fortunate enough to be right next to the Temple Hospital where I took him to be treated after I assured him they would not charge him. Then I call up Temple security and got a police car to give me a ride back to my dorm.
So here I am, it's 4 in the morning and I have an 8:40 math class tomorrow. I've heard God protects drunks, but I am just really not feeling like divine intervention right now.
So I happen to have a bit of extra energy after studying for my chem mid-term and decide to go for a walk before I go to sleep. I come across a guy (I shit you not) bleeding on the sidewalk and reeking pretty badly of cheap vodka. After I get him up and walking I find out he was in the city for a Smashing Pumpkins concert and went to Checkers for a burger. Well his finger is cut down to the bone and his face is pretty messed up but he says he has no insurance so he refuses to go to a hospital and WILL NOT call the cops to file a report. Oddly enough he's also from the same high school my sister graduated from in my little town about an hour north of Philly. He said he got jumped by a couple black guys who beat the contacts off his face and left with his wallet, which like mine had no money in it. So I figure I'll walk him back to my dorm to let him use my phone and to clean up his wounds. I mean the poor guy is drunk, has no phone, no money, no place to sleep, and is practically blind. But after I get him there and clean him up the only thing he could do with my phone was get an address of someone that lives in the area. So the lady at the desk tells me the address is a scant 6 blocks north, what the hell I said I'll take him there. Well, twenty blocks and almost two hours later we get there and wake the poor guy that lives there up to find out it's a bogus address. I happen to be fortunate enough to be right next to the Temple Hospital where I took him to be treated after I assured him they would not charge him. Then I call up Temple security and got a police car to give me a ride back to my dorm.
So here I am, it's 4 in the morning and I have an 8:40 math class tomorrow. I've heard God protects drunks, but I am just really not feeling like divine intervention right now.