I was woken up around 4am by the screams of “Fire!” I jumped out of bed, grabbed my dog and guitar, and bolted outside. Blazing flames were bursting out of my next door neighbor’s second-story apartment. Sirens were approaching and that’s when I saw you—arms waving and screaming for help. RIP, neighbors. I wish I could have helped you. That image will forever be etched in my memory.
I Saw You is an anonymous “man on the street” column. Email your rants and raves about co-workers or any badly behaving citizens to [email protected], or send to 380 S. First St, San Jose, 95113. Submissions should stick to about 100 words.
