Im about to tell you all an insane and almost unbelievable story. Its completely true though. My friend Sergio reminded me of it a week ago: About eight years ago or so when we were all in highschool three or four of us went out to ride our bikes in my neighborhood in Cambridge around midnight or so on a Friday. A block from where I lived there was a cemetery. As we were riding past it a crazy drunk old man stopped us on the sidewalk and started talking to us. We didnt want to piss him off or anything so we just got off our bikes and had a conversation with him. He started telling us about how we were at a holy place and how we should be aware and respectful of it. So he eventually tells us all to get down on our knees and start praying. Just in the middle of the sidewalk at midnight. So we all just got down on our knees and started praying outside this graveyard. I dont remember all the details of the conversation but the story is completely true. It was much weirder being there than it sounds reading it. Trust me. Then he just thanked us and said bye and walked away. We never saw him again.
Posted on: Mon, 25 Aug 2014 01:48:31 +0000
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