
Around 1am, just after I had brushed my teeth, washed my face, and was just crawling into bed, Dan came in from walking our dog with a very serious look on his face. He told me that when he took Bella out, there was a young man sitting on the front stoop at the top of the stairs to our building. He was sitting with his head in his hands, and Dan wasn't sure if he was crying, upset, or just drunk, although he definitely reeked of booze. He passed by with Bella very slowly to give the young man an opportunity to sit up and say hi, but he didn't move. Dan wasn't sure, but it looked like it was a new friend we'd made in our building; a sweet gay kid in his sophomore year in college who lives with his sister downstairs. Dan went ahead and walked Bella and didn't think much about it. When he returned, he went in through the garage instead of the front door so he could throw the dog pooh away, and he heard a very loud noise. From the inside of the building he peered through the glass front doors and saw that this person was no longer sitting on the top of the stairs. He came up to our apartment and looked over the ledge and saw the same young man laying down at the bottom of the stairs...