Originally published December 27, 2015 Its dark around me, with the exceptions of a few red and white faded lights, like headlights in fog.  Why am I sitting here? My hands touch the ground as I try to get up, I’m sitting on the street – I pause and try to turn around but unable to.  How’d I get here?  What’s the last thing I remember, what’s the last thing I remember, what’s the last thing I remember?  I remember being abruptly woken up, seeing lights coming at us and possibly going unconscious.  I heard a knock on the window and with glazed over eyes see someone pointing at the…