Due to unusual circumstances I was able to take up the “role” of an anti-social drug addict this weekend. I have to admit that after having performed a bunch of rude gestures, insulted a few “like minded” and “chilled” in more or less public places while missing one shoe, walking and running around at night, smoking, I find it difficult to let go.
However, my hair has turned into a “mess”, my shirt smelled of sweat, alcohol and less healthy fluids, I was missing my “favourite” shoes and the dark under-eye circles I put on with make-ip began to appear more realistic the longer it took.
I remember being an “intolerable” show-off, quoting from various sources and speaking in at least three languages, annoying a drunk enough to throw an mainly empty milkshake cup at me.
But there were also “kind” people, one offered me a “weapon” to defend myself, one gave me a drink and an other one offered to have my back while I slept. There was a very young man who continued to play his time-worn violin only stopping once to eat and then to find an other place. There was a corpulent woman that hold unto the hand of a man who had not many teeth left. There was a group of teens sticking papers to walls and fences with personal signs and advertisement for various bands on them and there was a probably lonely man who wanted to convince people that “God was love”.
There were police officers and growling dogs and some “high” young adults smelling of puke that looked at the sky searching for stellar constellations behind the clouds, trying to name them themselves.
There was a person traveling around talking to me about dark chocolate, not knowing when they would find “home”.
Nights in big cities turn people into someone else, but not necessarily into a villain. Though people seem to belief that truth, even those who wander in the dark.
It seems that at night when you enjoy yourself, shouting out “death treats” and rolling on the smelly, black appearing grass after a physical fight, you must cling to yourself and every distraction to strongly to judge.
People at three am are fundamentally rude, but they don’t condemn you, they care or they forget, because there are more important things than you.
People at three am might have this advantage on everyone else.
It is amusingly ironic that they can’t know that, because as soon as they did they would loose it.