...was a total mess. We went out to dinner with friends in SF on Friday night and got on the 11pm train to head home. When we got on the train, he was going after this burrito. (He could have been filming one of those terrible Carls Jr. commercials). Then, all that frenetic energy swiftly left him and he promptly passed out. As he slumped over to the side, his hand barely kept a grip on his burrito. You can't see it in this photo, but he had burrito juice running down his pants leg. There were wrapper pieces and rice particles sprinkling the seat next to him. At one point, a girl walked over to him to wake him up and ask him what stop he needed. He replied "huh? Oh, the next stop." She then asked him if he knew which one that was and he confirmed that he did. Then he passed out again. He finally got off three stops later. We reached the stop and he bolted up and stumbled, almost horizontally, out the doors. I really hope he took a cab or walked home.
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