Adventures abound of late in the Emerald City, where early yesterday afternoon a man ran into our car - with himself - in the middle of the block on a congested road in the center of the U-district. We were in the turn lane, John driving and I in the passenger's seat, when all of a sudden a face and a hand cracked the windshield inches in front of me. He flew backward and hit his head on the pavement. He was trying to sprint across one of the busiest roads in Seattle in the middle of the block in really heavy traffic, and -um - he hit us. We think he must have been high or something because the minute the cops showed up he split down a side alley, leaving a trail of blood that was dripping from a golf-ball sized lump in the back of his head. We were lucky, though, that no one was more seriously hurt. The worst damage of all was sustained by the car; the windshield has a crack shaped like an arm and the side mirror was ripped off when he slammed into us.
Easily one of the creepiest, strangest things I've seen in a long time.
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I for one thing he had a run-in with one of the space hookers as reported here:
http://www.weeklyworldnews.com/features/aliens/61245
Where the heck do you get this stuff?
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