Date: November 8th, 2024 10:53 PM
Author: Mainlining The Secret Truths of My Mahchine (G. Hoy’s Floor 24 ‘Truth’—No Great Becumming, Only Gravity :()
Saw him go down near the cart return - butt naked.
He lay there, motionless, while people shuffled past, eyes fixed on their phones or the ground. A few glanced his way, but no one slowed.
I stepped outside, stood over him for a moment, then went back in.
What was I supposed to do? Call someone? They’d take hours, if they came at all - fuck this Seattle shithole dump of a shitpile of a CITTTTTY.
By closing, he was gone. Just a dark stain on the pavement where he’d been. Seattle moves on.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5630622&forum_id=2#48313587)