The Legend of the Dreamcatcher

He didn't look like an angel. He towered above me and was looking down his nose at me belligerently; his arms were crossed, clearly indicating that he did not intend to be either patient nor gentle when he threw me out of his store. From my point of view, I was just trying to do a little shopping after dinner. That was the act I was trying to pull off. I was stumbling, stupid drunk, although my mind was clear and I was quite surprised that I could do nothing to control my body. The other thing that surprised me was how people looked at a stumbling, knee-walking drunk.