So, this happened…
Walking home through Astor Place around midnight when a guy two steps in front of me just collapses in the middle of Lafayette Street, in oncoming traffic.
He was wasted and passed out mid-step.
I grabbed him by his underarms and started to pull him onto the island where the Alamo (the big black cube) sculpture is. Dead weight. Another guy saw and came over to lend a hand by grabbing his legs. Someone else scooped up the large backpack/case he was carrying.
Turns out our John Doe had been doing a fair amount of drinking. He had broken out in a sweat, so I unbuttoned his collar. There was a pungent scent of vodka coming out of his pores. He wasn’t intoxicated…he was completely saturated.
John came to slightly and was able to sit up, though not without one of us bracing him to keep him from falling back over.
We called 911 and summoned an ambulance. While waiting, we and several others that had gathered tried to piece together what happened.
“Do you know where you are?”
“Yes.”
“Where are you then?”
“Brooklyn.”
The ambulance came shortly and he was slowly able to rise to his feet (read: thrust to his feet with an assist from a helpful paramedic) and shuffle to the back of the ambulance.
He asked several times for his bag…
What was in it, you ask?
His accordion.
“Oh, so you just came from a gig?”
“No, my parents’ place.”
”__________.”
That’s right.
Accordion. Parents’ house. Falling down drunk.
Rock. And. Roll.
Just wondering, in light of this and this happening just a few weeks apart, how many of these “near miss” incidents are there in the city each night that go unnoticed and/or unreported?