So...worked all morning and so did Lewi. On our walk to work there was the usual business of Smith Street to keep us amused. Lewi commented "Never a dull moment on Smith Street". Uh yeah. On the walk back FROM work we were passing by this guy on a bench and he stood, pitched forward and fucking faceplanted into the pavement. We hesitated and people just kept fucking walking right by. I mentioned that someone should call a fucking ambulance so Lewi and I did, meanwhile his friends showed up and moved him and OH DEAR LORD BLOOD...EVERYWHERE!!! Like...ewwwwww. It splooshed. :( He was very very drunk and he'd totally passed out. I thought he was dead at first but no. Just drunk. With added headblood. So the ambulance was called and Lewi and I decided to wait til it came because they had our number and the headblood guy started to be more coherent. IE he woke up and kinda crawled around even though his friends were like "Dude stay still!" But they kept him talking and fucking finally the ambulance arrived. It took like...25 minutes though. The Freemason's Hospital is a 10 minute walk away. I shite you not. St. Vincent's is 15 minutes by foot. Stupid ambulances!! His eye swelled up WAY huge and I am so traumatised but SO VERY GLAD he's not DED.
I am also extremely disgusted with the amount of people who just kept walking. His guy had blood streaming from his head!! And they just walked.
Arseholes, the lot of them.