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  • We were on our way home, me and Folke, when we turned a corner and saw her. She was crawling in slow motion in our direction. I walked up to her, sat down at ground level, and asked how she was doing. She was actually in quite a good mood. ”I’m fine”, she said. ”I just really need to pee, that’s why I’m crawling, you see”, she said.

    ”Um, ok…” I said, and continued, but only a few steps. Then Folke started playing with something, and we didn’t get any further. She slowly started to lift her upper body, to get in an upright position, standing on her knees. After a while, she succeded. Then she tried to pull her pants down. It took some time. She tried over and over. Still in slow motion.

    I had my eyes on Folke for a little while, and when I turned my head to check on her, she had finally pulled her pants down to her knees, and then, kind of collapsed her upper body, so that her naked ass was up in the air, and the rest of her on the ground. Her genitals exposed in a strange way, and trying to pee. Anyone could figure out that the outcome of this just had to be a sad one.

    "I’d better stick around until she is done and has her clothes back on", I thought to myself. I kept in close proximity, and watched Folke play. When I looked again, she had somehow managed to pee in that position, and also put her pants back on.

    I talked to her some more. Didn’t really know what to do. Her things were scattered around her. She was on the ground, her clothes wet with pee, and herself unable to stand or walk. But still in a good mood. (I’m guessing heroin).

    I did’t want to leave her in that helpless condition, but I couldn’t stay much longer. I called the local police to see if they could help her. They said they would, I gave them my number, and went home with Folke.

    A little bit later, I got out to check on her again. She was still there, but asleep or unconscious. I sat down beside her and shook her shoulder, gently. No response. I got worried. I did it again, and talked to her. She finally woke up. I asked her if I could help her in any way.
    ”I’m just trying to get home” she said.
    ”Where do you live?” I asked.
    ”Home, of course, where the hell do you think I live?” she snapped, quite aggressive, all of a sudden.
    ”Allright”, I said, and continued on to the store. I was going to get stamps.
    "But thank you for caring!" she called out after me, as if she regretted her outburst.
    When I got back out, she was gone. So were her white birkenstock sandals, her pink canvas bag and her plastic bag of various belongings, including a phone.

    All in all, quite a normal day in this neighborhood. Except the peeing position. That has never been done before, I think.
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