[Jacksonville, Florida, 1996]

you were driving down the street, alone. You had just gotten off a particularly long shift and were definitely ready to go home.

but as you drove, you noticed a man sitting on the sidewalk, trying to get a ride. His face was battered a bruised, blood dripping from his nostrils. He had scratches all over his body, but nothing too severe. He most likely just got the shit kicked outta him.

eventually, your sympathy got thr best of you and you pulled over next to him. His face lit up. He limped over and crawled into the passenger seat.

"Thanks, man.. I really needed a ride."