Again, the short version (almost as predicted). Steve left walking yesterday morning and didn't return until sunset. He made it to the bridge with his sign and stayed five hours, long enough to make fifteen dollars. He rode the bus to the liquor store and spent twelve dollars and something on a half gallon of vodka, so he wouldn't have to leave the house again all weekend. As he was returning to the bus stop, someone (God, was my guess) snatched the bottle out of his arms and ran. He returned defeated, crippled, exhausted and a little bit fired up. He got in my car and let me drive him down the hill to Barney's. He didn't ask me to drive him back to the liquor store, he didn't ask me for any money, and as usual, I didn't offer.
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