The places you will go, the people you will meet.

So I had class this morning, so I made the responsible decision and went out and didn't party. Instead, me and some dudes opted to hit some local microbreweries and check out the best taps Copenhagen has to offer. After a few hours of doing this, we decided to get back home at a decent hour to get a decent night's sleep, because we are just oh so dedicated to our academics. But we missed our train by like 30 seconds and had to wait an hour for the next train, que horrible! The greatest thing about Denmark is the lack of open container laws, so we just grabbed a few beers and parked outside the train station and chilled for awhile. That is all fairly irrelevant build up to what I actually wanted to talk about, but now you get the context.

The phrase "nothing good ever happens after midnight" is normally true. But sometimes the people you meet after midnight are the coolest. We were sitting on some steps drinking beer and some random homeless African dude came up to us preachin the Lord's word, "Brothers, God will save you, as you remember the most important thing in life, and that is brotherhood! Will you, my brothers, join me in a prayer?" And how are you gonna not join this dude in prayer? He went into this super deep prayer about the stars and the rising sun and your shadow, it was pretty neat. Then some dude we were with had a fifth of vodka and offered him a pull. He goes "The Good Lord knows I would never say no to such a thing!" So he drinks it, asks for money, and walks away. That is sketch dude #1 (the homeless African priest).

The second guy we randomly started talking to was some weird looking Finnish guy. After talking for a minute or two and him drinking most of my friend's vodka, he mentions something about how he hopes the cops don't see him there. Obviously sketched, we asked him what the hell he was talking about. Well, apparently he used to be a hitman, like ya know, the kind that gets paid to kill people. He was running from the cops because sometime within the last 48 hours, this dude stabbed a guy, but he wasn't sure if he killed him or not. I didn't want to believe him, because he was a super nice guy so whodathunkit? But this dude had a hood up, and was constantly looking over his shoulder, kind of bugging out watching out for cops. Then he finished my friend's vodka and speedily walked away. And this is sketch dude #2 (the Finnish hitman fugitive).

So this is why I might start hanging out around the train station late at night. Actually, this is probably why I won't. That might be the safer option.


Tune.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fvDQy53eldY