Obviously, I got a little drunk that night.. Let's just say I didn't remember allowing him get in my car, nor did I remember how I got in my car. It was pretty stupid, but I didn't have anywhere to go. Hmm.. starting to wonder if he was the bum or was it me? Actually, let me paint this picture for ya. I was parked on Central, kind of near the Waverly, I woke up at like 4am, and, well it was like this:
Tim: who the F are you?!...
Hobo: How's it goin?
Tim: How did you get in here?!
Hobo: You, You says yous gonna give me a lift to 7-11
Tim: What? When.. I did? What? Get out of here!!
Hobo: But, But you saysss.
Tim: No! Ahh, what the hell is going on?!
Hobo: 7-11? Come on man.
Tim: 7-11 is like 2 blocks away! We aren't having this conversation.. What is going on?!
Hobo: You says you promised!
So I give him a ride to 7-11. He asked for some money, but I said he had a comfortable seat for awhile and that was good enough. The stench of urine and hopelessness smelled up my car for a couple weeks.