the girl in the car accident told me she was moving to the west coast to start a business being a street vendor selling tea and paintings. I finished my fourth beer and walked home from the bar. About two blocks from the apartment I cross paths with a guy crying - outright sobbing. I've never seen a man that sad before. He asked me for a cigarette so I gave him one and he takes it and keeps walking, crying so loud I can hear him halfway down the next block. I get home and through the window I can hear my roommate banging his girlfriend, so I wait outside and eat the sandwich I bought at the gas station. I look into the alley and a gray cat trots up to me. Lo and behold, somebody left a completely good desk next to the garbage bin. So I pet the cat some more, finish my sandwich, and proceed to drunkenly haul this desk up a steep flight of stairs into my room, because I needed a desk. I hear my roommate's girlfriend moaning and moaning as I just about kill myself moving this desk upstairs. I get it into the bedroom and then she stopped moaning and I heard her leave down the stairs. Now I'm hungover but there's a desk here. Man that guy was crying hard.