It was a while ago, a little more than a year now. Back when I had a girlfriend (we all knew how THAT was going to work out!) I'd walk with her to her classes, and walk to meet her after her classes let out. Well one day I left early to met her after class because it was mad hot out and I figured I'd be walking real slow. I arrived waaaaaaaay early so I sat on the stairs outside in the sparse shadows afforded by a small tree that rustled in the warm summer breeze. Now here we get to the important part. Everything before was setup. I was sitting and an old man with a plastic bag sat down next to me. It looked like he'd lived a hard life, and he smelled the part too. He reaked of hard booze and cheap wine. Sitting next to me he fiddled around with the contents of his plastic bag (shredded newspaper) while making sure no one was looking. Once he was certain he was alone he produced a mickey of Wiser's Special Blend Whisky. He broke the seal on the cap, tipped the bottom up, and chugged it all in one go. At that moment he became one of my heroes. After downing the thing he threw the cap into the street, stood up, and walked away. After about half an hour he came back and sat next to me again. He had a paper bad that was obviously hiding a bottle of something, but beyond that bottle and the strong alco-smell, you'd have had no clue had had consumed a bottle of whisky. He was such a hard drinker that a mickey produced no visible evidence of inebriation! I never saw that man again. I want to thank him for giving me a hero to aspire to never become. He changed my life!
