I was a student in Bournemouth

Lansdowne is pretty much on the edge of the town centre, lots of pubs and take aways as you'd expect.
I'm at the cashpoint and I see someone slumped in the doorway. A tramp? No, too young and ever so slightly too clean; but sure as hell drunk enough. In fact he was passed out, sat up in the doorway with his flies undone and cock hanging hanging out for all to see. I don't think he was going for a piss as he wasn't sat in it.
So off I go to the shops, and half an hour later he's still there. No-one (including myself) had done anything about it.
( Turquoise Hexagon Sun has just dropped acid on, Thu 28 May 2009, 18:36, Reply)