food or booze?
My Saturday night in Sydney ended with a falafel, pissing in an alley, almost getting lost, and getting laughed at by some drunk chick that wanted to “ask me a question”, but she couldn’t manage to spit it out before her more sober friend stepped in and pulled her away. Don’t get the wrong idea about what I was up to. I was walking along, minding my own business, when the drunk girl pointed at me and laughed. I thought maybe I had falafel on my face, but she was just wasted.
