he chuckled and begins explaining the walk he took and how he got lost. the wall he was refering too was about half a mile down and i explained to him that i recognize the place and he passed it up to get to where he was now. his response? "well fuck it...i figured i'd just sleep here.." i look at him and i'm like "nah, sir. it would be better if i just took you home. you dont want to get robbed or arrested laying out like this." he agrees and as i help him to his feet i see that he has only one shoe on, i ask him about that and he tells me he broke his foot and that the white i see is a cast, not a sock. as i help him to his feet, i start to feel sorry for the old drunk once i realize that he has either had a stroke, or something 'cause he was partially paralyzed on his left side.