Yesterday I went to this party, maybe I must say I was brought to this party, because I didn't want to go. Anyway I found nice people but who can really say I was really in front of nice people? I mean if you steal them their car are u sure they will be so nice with u?
This friend of mine has always been very understending to me, once he came to me pick me up at the airport. It was 180 miles from his place. I don't like to forget such kindness so when he ringed at my door yesterday I couldn't refuse to go with him
Anyway this is not what I want to talk about.
It’s about a guy I met who was drinking a lot at the bar when he fell down at my feet. I didn't see him until I stepped on his chest. I helped him get up, when I took his hand and I noticed something wrong. It turned out he had just four fingers. One was cut off.
He did do it. So told me. I thought was kidding. What had really happened? He had a crash while was heading for home in the night. Her wife was hit in the head and died. He, in the end, lost just his finger, the ring finger.
He said that that now didn't matter anymore.