So, I get back from work a little past 11 last night, I hang around the lobby a little while poking at people like usual, when my room mate ~Donutfiend84 comes back from testing out his bike. He asks a hypothetical question, if we've ever seen a dead body.

Apparently, right across the street and next to the train station, at some point a homeless guy died. I went out to look with my room mate, who wasn't entirely sure if he was indeed dead, having called out to him and stared at him long enough to see he wasn't breathing. He was laying sprawled belly-up on the concrete, with no noticable signs of what killed him. Neither one of us got within a 3 foot radius of him, cuz this is a friggin' weird situation, and my room mate almost heaved when the 911 operator asked him to get close enough to touch the guy (neither of us did, again the weirdness).

The paramedics and police get there within a few minutes, along with some camera guy for the channel 2 news who just seemed to pop out of someone's butt like a ninja, they got our names and information, and we went on our way all freaked out.

The messed up part of it was the homeless guy's wallet lying next to him, implying some depraved waste of existence must have gone through his pockets looking for fat loot, either before or most likely after death.

And now the rest of this quarter is probably gonna be dull.