Remember tonight for its its extremes of dignity and indignity. Among the latter, remember the woman passed out on the curb, covered in vomit, clothes in disarray, the whites of her eyes on full display. Strangers look on with voyeuristic almost-amusement, not quite concern.
Among the former, remember the one concerned stranger who comes with you to care for the woman, and that stranger’s rage as the paramedics take the woman away, directed at the bouncers who’d carried the woman limp from the bar and left her there on the pavement.
She, the good samaritan stranger, is a creature of beauty and might in her righteous indignation:
— Samaritan: Fuck you, you fucking assholes!
— Bouncer: What, are you her friend or something?
— Samaritan: No I’m not her friend. You shouldn’t fucking just leave someone passed out on the curb, she’s a human being, she could have fucking died! I swear I’m going to report both of you, and I’m never coming here again!
