A leash in a hand, a cigarette in the other, I walk my dog at night through empty streets and a park. Sometimes, during those walks, I meet people. Crazy people, sad people, drunk people, happy people, high people, people with a story to tell. Just a few minutes, a few words and a passerby can become a memory.   Those are the stories of those encounters.   WARNING: for the privacy of the people present in these stories names, dates and locations won't be disclosed. The stories aren't in chronological order, they could have happened years ago or the night before I posted them.