In high school I was running with three other teammates on a narrow trail around a lake. We were about a mile from exiting the trail when all of a sudden we saw a limp body of an old man sprauld out right in the middle of our path. He had no shoes on, was filthy, and had a walking cane laying next to him. Now this trail was pretty rugged and was not very easy to maneuver through so seeing this 60-70 year old unconcious shoeless man on it was quite alarming! The old guy didn't move a muscle as each one of us hurdled over his body. We didn't know what to do, so being the intelligent teenagers that we were, one of us (not me!) decided to nudge him with our shoe to see if he was still alive. Thank goodness the old guy snorted and did move a little when he was poked. That's when we started smelling the booze/alcohol on him and realized he was just drunk off his gord. Needless to say, we left him there and finish our run.