I remember the first time I saw it. Just hanging up there in the air making me think I was psychotic. I was fifteen years old and on my way home from a movie. I had decided to walk because it was such a nice night outside and I really didn't feel like rushing home. There was this old homeless man who had made himself comfortable in the entrance way of the general store. I glanced at him like I always do, scared that he would notice me and somehow guilt me into giving him my last few dollars. What I saw changed my life forever. Hanging up above his head was 6/10/05 and just below it was 9:38:32 pm. I stopped dead in my tracks and just stared at it for what seemed like hours. I just couldn't fathom why those two group of numbers were and why they were hanging above his head. "Hey assh'ole", shouted the homeless man. "What the hell do you want?" I just stared at him blankly. I hadn't noticed him wake up and didn't know what to say to him. "Are you the one who has been pissin on me while I've been sleeping???", he asked. "Um.. I, uh, no." Is all that managed to stumble out of my mouth. He stared straight into my eyes with those drunken, glazed over eyes of his while a cruel smile formed on his lips. Just then he jerked up and started stumbling towards me. I began backing away from him, thinking in my head, "Oh ****, is this really happening??" He was obviously drunk out of his mind and couldn't decide on which path to take to get to me. His clothes were stained with vomit, urine, and what I hoped to God was chocolate. The numbers above his head were swinging back in forth with him like they were welded to a metal pole sticking out of his head. They were hanging up there with a menacing glow that seemed to radiate off of them. I couldn't possibly explain this to the drunk old man fumbling his way towards me. He would think I was crazier than he was, and he would probably be right. He had covered such a seemingly long distance in a shorter amount of time than expected and was close enough to where I could smell alcohol hanging on his breath. This caused me to come crashing back down to Earth and the present situation I had found myself in. I quickly moved back and tripped off of the side walk, falling backwards on to the road. He hurried towards me while I scooted my ass towards the center of the road. Just as he was about to step off the sidewalk there was a loud honking of the car that was speeding towards us. I looked at it, then at him who hadn't seemed to notice and was beginning to bring his foot down. I was shocked as to what happened next. Just as he was as about to stumble into the middle of the road and towards his certain death, his cheeks puffed out and he threw up all over the sidewalk. The car sped past, the drive shouted some obsenities my way about being a something something idiot. I stood up and checked myself to make sure I was ok and looked at him. He was still throwing up when all of a sudden he jerked up, spun around, and grabbed his chest. He crumpled to the concrete still holding his chest where his nonbeating heart was. I slowly walked over to him, shocked at what just happened. He laid completely still, eyes closed, with his hand still grabbing his heart. I poked him with my shoe a few times with my shoe and quickly called an ambulance. I couldn't believe what had just happened right before my very eyes. It was the first time I had seen someone die before, but it would certainly not be the last. The ambulance, police, and fire department arrived pretty quickly and did all that was in their power to bring him back to no avail. I sat with my arms crossed on the sidewalk and my head laying on them when I heard one of the officers shout to his partner. "Hey Vinnie," he yelled. "What was the date and time of death?" His partner looked up from flirting with one of the cute ambulance drivers, obviously annoyed. "June 10, 2005," he said rather pissed off, "The time was 9:38 pm." I looked up and glanced at the numbers still hanging above the old man's head. I still had no idea really what they meant. It wasn't until the third or fourth time it happened that I really understood that my life had been changed forever.