"Lou Decruss" > wrote

> In the morning we packed up and drove to our friends house in LaGrange
> Park. I was asked about what the hell had happened the night before.
> Between the ride and the brunch conversation I was branded the jerk
> for not giving the woman the money to get home. Louise and the other
> woman both had tears in their eyes.
>
> Being over served didn't help, but I'll never know what "really"
> happened that night, if she was telling the truth, or if I did the
> right thing.


A few years ago I was in Las Vegas waiting to cross a street and a guy came
up and asked me for some money so he could get something to eat. I told him
I wouldn't give him money but I would buy him some food at a nearby snack
bar. He told me to go f**k myself.

Maybe he didn't like that snack bar.

George L