They rambled to me about the assholes in Middle East. I stood there.....listening. This was the highpoint of my trip home and I was curious. Eventually, they went towards Middle East, and I followed. What was I thinking? I was mere feet from my place and I chose instead to follow a pair of drunken ______ up Cambridge. It was not like I was going to pick them up, though part of me was tempted by the danger. I wanted to be reckless, even for a few minutes.
It wasn't long before I went to Middle East to see an ambulance and a police car. All I could do was watch. I saw drunken party-goers standing by the restaurant babbling incoherently while waiting for a cab that would take pity on them. They had their own theories as to what happened, but I couldn't tell if they were telling the truth when I ask them what happened. I saw paramedics taking a man on a stretcher into the ambulance and drive away. That was where I focused my attention on. The victim probably slipped and fell on his head. But it felt surreal--a blur of humanity, or at least its intoxicated state. A single sober mind in the midst of the chaos. Couldn't concentrate on anything else.