Wednesday 8 October 2008

Sir Edmund Hillary Slumbers Outside City Hall's Steps

He was so stone drunk, tired, hungry and almost lost his will for living.

One of his friends was trying to shake him to wake up and go get dinner at the drop-in centre.

Watched his buddy for a few minutes trying to rouse him. Dead to the world wearing a dirty sweater and white jeans. No clue how they were still reasonable white.

Sighed and walked up as everyone else walked around him passed out under the tree.

Shook him on the shoulder, no response. Tapped him hard on the foot and got a groan of response.

At least he was still alive, which was my more immediate thought to check that he was still breathing.