Buses: Part 5

We pulled up to the two who had yelled at us. One was a young drunk in his 20's with a backpack and a ponytail down to his shoulder blades. The other who was with him was also a drunk, but much older. His alcoholic face made it hard to pinpoint his age, though I'd guess him to be around forty. It turns out that the younger one, Randy, had with him a half-gallon of …

…up I quickly walked out and decided to try to find Mike, who had told me where he lived. I tried to remember what corner he spoke of and thought that he said 81st and National, so I walked: Ten blocks and passed the elementary school until I hit 81st, at which point I admitted to myself that I didn't recognize anything around me and decided to get on the highway, and go back home.