I have these friends that live in the downtown part of our city. and they live in the upstairs part of an old house that is 2 seperate apartments now, a house upstairs and a house downstairs. downstairs lives our drunk neighbor friend. well last night he was sleeping and he heard his dog making a noise and he saw something out of the corner of his eye so he sat up super fast and he saw this arab looking guy with this crazy hair standing in his living room and his first thought was that it was someone he knew wearing a wig so he busted out laughing at this guy. and then he saw that it was some random ass dude and the guy goes "she told me to come in through the front door" (and our friend lives alone) so theys it down on the couch together and the downstairs neighbor goes "dude who are you man" and turns out the guy was fucked up on pills he had just randomly walked into this guys living room at 2 a.m. and so the guy we know just asked him to leave and he just walked out the backed door and left it wide open. then the next day he found out this same guy had wandered into the house behind him too. isnt that shit fucking crazy? i wouldnt have known what to do
i probably would have kicked his ass or something, at least kicked him out, especially for waking me up.
well he felt bad for the guy, the guy was obviously so fucked up and lost and confused he was wandering into random houses. it was a dangerous situation but the guy turned out to be harmless. not to mention the guy who owned the house probably caught him off guard when he took one look at him and busted out laughing because he thought the guy was wearing a wig.
That happened at my boyfriend's place -- he has four roommates, and one day one of the guys came into the livingroom and this bum was sitting on the couch watching television! The door had been unlocked and he'd just wandered up 17 floors of their apartment building into their apartment! The guys quickly "removed" him.
About a year ago a guy walked into my cousin's house and started taking the posters down off the wall and stacking them in a neat little pile. When the mystery of who he was and where he came from was solved, somebody gave him a ride home. The next day he came back, apologized, and said that he was trippin' and the road to the house was glowing. Who wouldn't follow a glowing road? Luckily he ended up walking into a house full of hippies that were just as amazed with him as he was with the posters. Why he was taking the posters down?, nobody will ever know.