I remember - well, how could I ..
I remember - well, how could I forget, that time I got so drunk trying to keep up with that fucking alcoholic slut Kelly, and I couldn't find my way home even though I was so close, low battery on phone and I ended up wandering around crying because I lost my keys. And a man saw, and walked me home, and helped me to get back into the building.
I kind of hate when strangers are kind to me. It makes me feel humility, and it suggests a world that I want to believe in could exist.