Yet Another Chinatown Incident

I thought I saw a dead guy yesterday.

Afterwork, I went through the crowded Chinatown streets to get groceries. I came across some guy on the streets. At first I thought he was a bum sleeping. But his position wasn’t right. He was on his back and his legs twisted oddly. I stared at his stomach and swore his stomach wasn’t going up and down. There were 2 kids beside him, claiming he just fell over. One guy was on the phone with a cop and called the ambulance. I couldn’t just leave. It’s easy to just take off in a crowd and not help out — what is it… the bystander effect?

Anyway. A firetruck came and I heard them shouting, “get up, get up now”, so I think he’s alive. I left since he got help, after all. By the time I left, there were 5+ police cars swarming to the same block. I thought, “Oh, no is this a crime scene… am I leaving the crime scene?” But no… there was another incident around the corner.

Damn, Chinatown. You crazy.