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 Member 24 Level 51.86 Mar 2006 
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I should preface this with a short story.
When I was maybe 19 or so, I was working at the hotel. A young man around my age came in, but could not afford a room. He wanted to crash on the lobby couch, since his car had broken down on a local highway. We got to talking and he explained how he had to meet his friends in Portland, ME for a Phish concert the next day. I should have taken a hint there. I offered to drive him to Portland after I got off my shift. He seemed like a nice guy and all, and I figured it would be an adventure. He gratefully accepted and slept in a handicapped room for a while until my shift was up. by the time my shift was up at 11pm, he complained of being famished. I took him to Dennys where we ate and then hit the road. In the middle of the night, I drove a perfect stranger from Marlboro, MA to Portland ME. Approximately 2 hours away. I felt bad, alright. We amused ourselves on the trip up with writing down movies - the BEST movies - ever. He was a friendly guy, and I was happy with his personality. We talked about the movies we were writing down, but he finally got around to asking for my address so that someday soon, he could send me money to thank me. I gave it to him. My address, that is. On the way, he helped himself to busting out some pills and some pot. Immediately, I regretted. The entire way, I tried to discourage him from these things, since, you know, it's MY car and I was responsible for HIS drugs if I got pulled over. This didn't phase him. I figure he thought that I wasn't going to dump him on the side of the road. We finally reached Portland, and I gratefully unloaded his freshly-drugged-up ass at his friend's house. I left and made it home just before sunset. A week later, I got a post card from him thanking me. Telling me my karma would come back to me ten fold someday - but with no money. While the comment made my day, I will NEVER do that shit again. So naive. So, in conclusion (ha ha), I will never give someone something they don't deserve. It gives the wrong idea and breeds the wrong ethics. Jam it back in, in the dark.
Last edited by I poked it and it made a sad sound; Sep 21, 2006 at 11:54 PM.
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I poked it and it made a sad sound