That night was supposed to be a joyous occasion. I had just walked out of GameStop, happy and
ecstatic that I was with one of my best buddies picking up a game I had been waiting for for a very long time. We were walking down Capitol Hill to the bus stop, each of us going home on our respective routes.
Over by Seattle Central College, we came across this man who was unconscious, lying face down behind a pickup truck that was just parked there. The car itself wasn’t running, so I don’t believe that it backed into him.