The Drunken Man

While Rhitik and I were walking JP and Sarah to the overland station after our flat party the other weekend, an extemely drunken Englishman crossed our path perpendicularly as he was on his way home. As he approached the the curb to cross the street he stumbled once or twice, indicating to us his exteme intoxicatedness, stepped off the curb and wound up flat on his face, not moving. This was by far no graceful fall or light tumble to the ground. It was really the opposite; he projected himself into the ground and at a pretty good clip. We hurried over to him and tried to help him up, but he was content with lying in the middle of the street. Rhitik yelled at him for not wanting to go home, and the four of us picked him up (drunken Englishman are known for being notoriously fat). He was all of 15 metres from his house, which was kitty corner from where his face left an impact crater on the ground. Rhitik got him to his door, where he proceeded to once again project himself onto the floor of his house and shut his door in the process. It was all a very loud occurence and no doubt woke up many persons in the area.