last night me and my bud jake were bikin along the river and we see this dude kinda stumbling around
at first i thought he was just lost, but we passed him and a second later he dropped to the ground and hit his head pretty hard, so we both stopped and helped the guy to the grass on the side of the street. he was pretty obviously hammered. i said "we're gonna call 911, alright?" and he said "no, please don't do that, i'll lose my kids..." he told us he had just gone through a rough divorce and his ex wife had taken the kids, so he took it upon himself to drink himself to death and lay out in the forest never to wake up again. he asked what our names were, i said "cory and jake," and he goes "cory... that's the name of one of my girls..." we flagged down a car passing by and it happened to be somebody we knew, so we got the guy water and he fell about three more times. my dad stopped by and walked him down the street a bit, blood trailing on the pavement to where an ambulance picked him up and took him home safe.
after, jake and i had a 3 hour conversation about whether we should have ruined the rest of his life or let him end it
