I remember the night before we reached Universal Studios Citiwalk for an evening of drunken Tomfoolery, my friend Jim and I each downing a six pack each before our arrival to avoid emptying our wallets for six dollar beers. My girlfriend at the time, thankfully was not drinking and somehow went along with the notion that it was a good idea to turn two drunken fools loose upon the unsuspecting tourist crowd.
I guess that’s why I kept her around for as long as I did. My mind had shrouded the events that took place on that night beyond the first moments of our arrival, but I do remember the event that set the tornado in motion. My friend and I were leaning against the rest room walls outside, waiting for my companion to exit the rest room. My friend noticed his shoe was untied, he leaned down, cigarette loosely place into his mouth, and made an effort to correct this. Something must have gone horribly wrong with his body mechanics though, because as he got about halfway, he abruptly went crashing face first into the concrete.
I sat there, incoherently trying to figure out if he was okay, when he simple rolled onto his side.
Remarkably he was completely unharmed, even the cigarette remained unharmed in his mouth, even his facial expression was exactly the same as it had been before any of the disaster occurred. I think of that, and I’m kind of glad I can’t remember what else happened that night.