The guy pissing in the alley outside The Moondust neglected to put his penis back in his pants and zip up when he stumbled out onto Ballard Street.
He pivoted. Phillip thought the guy realized his mistake, but he wobbled and almost fell backward into Phillip before correcting anything.
Philip had to scramble out of the guy’s way.
Somewhere within the dude’s inner ear some auxiliary balance took over and he righted himself, still not correcting the original problem, walking east on Ballard, past the Moondust and erratically down the street.
Phillip wasn’t gonna chase the guy, though the weaving serpentine the guy was making would have made it easier.
“Hey dude, put your dick back in your pants!” Phillip yelled.
The guy spun. It was a graceful spin, comparatively, but at the end of it the guy almost toppled again.
“What did you say to me, midget?” The guy might have been sneering, but he was so drunk he just might not have had control of his facial muscles.
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