So last night at about 3am I was headed
home via bike, and at an intersection
I was approached by a lone European tourist
who was hopelessly lost and had just been
robbed and beaten up. His hands were all bloody
and he was in tears. He had no money and
no phone, and was headed in the wrong direction.
"Just take it easy. I'm going to help you," I said.
"First step: take OFF the Mardi Gras beads."
So he did. Then I walked him, tears flowing,
all the way down Bourbon Street until I found a cabbie
willing to take him to his hotel for twenty bucks.
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