yesterday- quite possibly one of the weirdest days ever.
like every day i wake up, make some coffee, bring it back to my room and sit in my bed reading bbc news. before i could even start reading i noticed some screaming coming from outside. as i listen a little closer it becomes totally clear that it is a woman screaming for help. she was screaming about calling 911, telling someone to stop and then just yelling get off me about as loud as she could. so i realize this is a little weird, but she carried on for about 20 minutes. finally i called 911. maybe a little bit paranoid but something crazy was going on nonetheless.
only 20 minutes later, i'm walking down houston and i decide to pop into a deli to get a diet coke. as i'm walking out an older man leaves and is about five yards ahead of me crossing the street. after we cross the first half he falls. he doesn't trip, doesn't try to break his fall, just smacks his face against the ground and stays there for a few quick moments. I help him up and pick up his keys that he had dropped. he takes a few steps forward and then falls again. this time even more violently and when he gets up his face is covered in blood. he seems to have no idea what is going on, he is clutching his right arm and cannot walk. i call 911 again, walk him to his apartment a few houses down and an ambulance comes.
what the fuck?
