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.