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A man leans up against the wall while wiping the sweat off his brow. An old friend walks by saying, what's up Franky. As he says goodbye to his friend while enjoying the view of all the people on the street, he reaches into his shirt pocket on the left side of his chest. He pulls out a beat up pack of cigarettes. Casually, Franky fumbles through his pockets for his lighter. Finally he finds the lighter and pulls out the last bent up cig with his chapped lips. With his left hand he lights it with ease. He then slowly slides down the wall and kicks back on the ground.
Soon after, someone walks by and stops at the site of the cigarette Franky was smoking. The person greets Franky on the ground asking him if he had an extra cig. Lazily Franky tells the man to go take a hike. He lies there with a bottle of unnoticed booze in his right hand, in a paper bag which he is throwing about in the air frantically at the man who kindly asked him for a cigarette. At this point the man has already walked away and Franky, lying on the ground, is out of breath.
Now his stomach begins to growl and he is ready for something to eat. He puts the half smoked cig in his mouth and pulls himself up with his left hand. As he stands up, the world begins spinning and twisting while his growling stomach instantly becomes a whirlpool of chaotic ooze that cannot be contained anymore. Leaning over towards the sidewalk, he begins vomiting all his desires to eat in the usual involuntary manner. His eyes bulge out of his head while he dry heaves uncontrollably. Now that there was not anything left in his stomach to throw up, he takes his bottle of booze and chugs it down as mouth wash to get the taste out of his mouth. So is this what people think is fun? All the people passing by speed up after they realize where the putrid smell was coming from. A couple of kids laugh at him until their mother moved them on.
Anyway, by now Franky had the urge for another cigarette so he decides to go to the liquor store down the street for another pack. Besides, he has run out of the Booze.
As he descends towards the store he is made fun of by the college kids across the street. They yell at him and while throwing things at him. One kid throws an empty green beer bottle at him and cuts his forehead. As he falls to the ground, his bottle falls out of his hand and hits at the same time. On the way down he takes a second blow to the cranium on the pavement. He does not move and this scares the kids. They all jump in their cars and drive off as fast as they can.
A few moments later the same man that asked him for a cigarette asks him if he is all right. Franky, on the ground in a puddle of vomit and blood, does not answer. The man runs across the street to call the ambulance at the liquor store. As he enters he sees that the store manager was in the back stocking bottles of Booze. He tells him about the bloody drunk on the ground across the street. The manager looks out the window and finds the drunken mess of a man trying to walk. The man runs out of the store to see what the hell was going on. Fucked up and bleeding to death, Franky tells him that he can handle himself. Obviously he is out of his mind. He had a gash on one side of his head and a large bump on the other. At this point the blood is just about soaking his entire body. He begins spinning again and falls. Luckily the man was close enough to break his fall. Now Franky is out cold. The siren is gradually getting loader as the ambulance approached.
Now Franky has no choice but to go to the hospital. They put him in the stretcher and put him inside the ambulance. Since there is no time and they needed all the help they could, the man went with the medics to help Franky. As they were headed towards the hospital, Franky began to go into shock. He was convulsing and foaming at the mouth while he his heart began to beat randomly. All of the sudden there was the ice cold chilling sound of the flat line. Three, two, one bzzzzzzzzzz. They try again and again to bring him back and still nothing after ten minutes. They said sorry but he is gone sir. At this point the man was thinking to himself about why the drunk did not want any help. Maybe he wanted to die. He thought to himself that if he did not walk away from him earlier that maybe he could have prevented the present outcome. Will we ever know. Who knows? Oh well....

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