In August of 1996, it was the last day of summer in the city of San Francisco. Like many kids, I wasn´t thrilled with the prospect of returning, but unlike many kids I had a plan to miss the first day of school.
By the end of the day, I would have my first brush with death. This is the story.
Music:
I think I was there: Emil Axelsson
Sadness: Carl Henriksson
Night Victim: Alan Carlson-Green
