From the Overpass/Downtown/Sat Sept 10/12:45 am: Officer Bell reports: "Witness four reported bodies lying in the right exit lane under the Yesler Way overpass. Upon my arrival I noticed two males, suspect one and suspect two, lying below the northwest corner of the overpass. Both were semiconscious, and SFD responded to the scene. Officers made contact with three other witnesses on the top of the overpass. The witnesses stated they were smoking crack with the two suspects in the jungle area on the northeast corner of the Yesler Way overpass. After smoking some crack, suspect one began walking away from the pack. Suspect two thought he saw suspect one stealing narcotics from [unsuspecting] witness three. Suspect one stopped suspect two on the overpass. [The late-night traffic rushed below and the lights of sleeping office towers rose into a sky whose stars were barely visible.]

"The suspects began to argue. The suspects began to struggle. Suddenly, both fell over the edge of the overpass and landed on I-5, in the right lane. The fall was approximately 30 feet. One suspect sustained a broken leg, the other did not appear to be seriously injured. Both were transported to Harborview Medical Center."

Late this morning, while walking to the Public Safety Building (where the police reports are arranged for me on a small table in a small press room), I crossed the overpass that the pair of lucky crackheads fell from on the night of September 10 (lucky because they survived the fall, the concrete, and the traffic). The Yesler Way overpass not only connects the Central District to the Business District, but is also one of the few points from which our city bares itself so shamelessly. From here, you can survey the main parts of Seattle in the way you might survey the main parts of a nude body that's resting next to you in bed—the soft lips, the length of the throat, the rising flesh of the chest, the flat belly, the soft sex. Starbucks' headquarters, the sports stadiums that are abreast, the endless glass skin of the Bank of America Tower, the edge of the Boeing airfield—all of this and much, much more (Amazon.com on Beacon Hill, medical facilities on First Hill, King County Jail, the orange cranes on Harbor Island) can be seen and appreciated from Yesler Way's arching overpass.

Presence Confirmed/University District/Tues Sept 20/1:09 am: Late tonight, Officer Fulmer saw a "brown 1986 Chrysler LeBaron hatchback with hazard parking lights flashing on and off. There was a white male in the driver's seat, which was reclined heavily back. The window on the driver's side was open. A small portable television was emitting a picture and sound as it hung from the steering wheel. An expired (10:33 p.m.) parking permit for the pay parking lot was posted on the front dash... I watched the male occupant, but was unable to tell if he was breathing as no noticeable chest rise was visible. I opened the door of the vehicle to check his medical wellbeing and identified myself. He suddenly woke up. He acknowledged my presence and confirmed he was medically all right."