Went for a short ride last night with Mr. P and Mr. J (again...too many f'n J's...change your names the all of yous). Started off as usual and all was, with the exception of the people out. We stopped at the Washington Post and loaded our bags up with a 12 pack, and I hadn't had dinner so I crammed a turd looking, blueberry something Clif Bar in my mouth to tide me over...before heading down to our usual abandoned rocks on the river to drink our freshly stocked beer.
After about fifteen or so minutes by the river, a couple of winos (actual winos, not me being smart ass here) showed up and sat no less than eight feet from us...eight feet despite the fact that there is a whole fucking river front with no people on it. They were fine and kept to themselves though, even as their buddy rolled up on a girls bike I'm pretty sure he stole. So we decided to move up to the pond in the park by the arch. And as we came up to the arch steps there were a shit pile of people listening to a man speak rubbish over a microphone...confused we read the sign "Prayer Station." We kept on our way.
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"confused we read the sign "Prayer Station." We kept on our way."
hahahahaha!
Of course the actual winos came over to y'all...that's where the beer was.
I have tried drinking with winos, and it is in no way worth doing. There're reasons those guys live the way they do.
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