There's nothing unusual about seeing drunks walk around aimlessly at 6:00 in the morning here in New York. In fact, I've found that it's actually quite a normal thing to see around here. There are, after all, no shortages of after-hours bars that cater to those that want to stay obliterated past the 4:00 a.m. closing of the regular bars. I've actually found that the streets are quite dangerous between the hours of 5:30 a.m. and 7:00 a.m., as all the drunks are either drunkenly driving home or walking (staggering) home as night turns into day.
So, there seemed nothing out of the ordinary this morning for me as I was jogging through my neighborhood and I saw a man stumbling through the streets. He was yelling incomprehensibly to everyone and no one, but I just ignored him and kept on jogging.
However, on my jog back home, I saw that the drunk man had stopped and was yelling at an old Mexican man with a little puppy. As I jogged towards them, I strained to hear what was being said.
"Give me your puppy, old man!" the drunk man yelled.
"Please, sir, go away!" the old man pleaded.
"Give me your f*ckin' puppy! I'll take your fuckin' puppy!"
I saw the drunk man step forward and knock the old Mexican man's sancho hat off his head. As the old man bent down to pick up his hat, I saw the drunk man step closer towards the old man, and it looked like he was going to kick the old man in the head.
In fear that something bad would happen and without thinking, I yelled,"What the hell is going on here?!"
"Who the f*ck are you, you little chink b*tch?" yelled the drunk man.
"I'm the b*tch that's gonna kick your ass if you don't leave this man alone," I said calmly, and with much more confidence than I felt.
I'm not sure why, but the drunken man started to walk away. Perhaps it was my intimidating 4'11 frame. Or more possibly, the fact that I had my wolf with me frightened him away.
"Here, mister! You want a puppy?! Take mine!"