Update: I found this which may be his case: http://www.chicagocrime.org/2007/nov/03/5am/hn686334/
The date, time and location all fit well. If it is his case then the way I figure it, he was walking through the alley (not uncommon) and got beat up, then walked north up the alley and went to the door of the closest apartment building (mine), and rang the first buzzer (mine).
I added a diagram to illustrate my theory: http://pics.bbzzdd.com/users/sm8000/map.jpg
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A little before 5am this morning (Central time) my apartment buzzer rang. I got up and hit the Talk button and asked who it was. The response was mumbled in Spanish. I figured he must want my neighbors across the hall who are Hispanic, so I told him their last name and he buzzed them.
Before long he buzzed me again, so I decided (riskily) to see what he wanted. I put on some trunks, and in their pockets stashed my keys and my cell phone. I walked all the way down the stairs (I'm on the 3rd floor, no elevator) and went to the front door.
I saw a diminutive young Hispanic man, maybe my age, crying and bleeding from the mouth. His lower lip was swollen and crusted with blood. He apologized, told me he knew very little English, and said something about his house and his money. He also said something about the police. I took out my cell phone and asked him if he'd like me to call the police, he said yes.
I called 311 and told them what was going on, and advised them that they'd need a Spanish speaker too. While we waited the man at the door showed me he'd been kicked in the head, I went back up and brought him two Tylenols, a bottle of water and a paper towel.
The police showed up before long, the driver started speaking to him on the sidewalk and his partner approached me. I explained that the man rang my buzzer, and had asked me to call the police. He said, "OK, we'll take care of it."
I went back upstairs, and through a slightly open window I could hear a conversation down at ground level. I didn't listen to it or think much about it until I heard the rumble of a diesel engine. I looked out the window and saw an ambulance arrive.
So a few minutes ago the police cruiser left, along with an ambulance with that guy inside. I'll probably never know what went down, but at least I was able to help someone (I think?). Just wish I wasn't hung over.
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The date, time and location all fit well. If it is his case then the way I figure it, he was walking through the alley (not uncommon) and got beat up, then walked north up the alley and went to the door of the closest apartment building (mine), and rang the first buzzer (mine).
I added a diagram to illustrate my theory: http://pics.bbzzdd.com/users/sm8000/map.jpg
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A little before 5am this morning (Central time) my apartment buzzer rang. I got up and hit the Talk button and asked who it was. The response was mumbled in Spanish. I figured he must want my neighbors across the hall who are Hispanic, so I told him their last name and he buzzed them.
Before long he buzzed me again, so I decided (riskily) to see what he wanted. I put on some trunks, and in their pockets stashed my keys and my cell phone. I walked all the way down the stairs (I'm on the 3rd floor, no elevator) and went to the front door.
I saw a diminutive young Hispanic man, maybe my age, crying and bleeding from the mouth. His lower lip was swollen and crusted with blood. He apologized, told me he knew very little English, and said something about his house and his money. He also said something about the police. I took out my cell phone and asked him if he'd like me to call the police, he said yes.
I called 311 and told them what was going on, and advised them that they'd need a Spanish speaker too. While we waited the man at the door showed me he'd been kicked in the head, I went back up and brought him two Tylenols, a bottle of water and a paper towel.
The police showed up before long, the driver started speaking to him on the sidewalk and his partner approached me. I explained that the man rang my buzzer, and had asked me to call the police. He said, "OK, we'll take care of it."
I went back upstairs, and through a slightly open window I could hear a conversation down at ground level. I didn't listen to it or think much about it until I heard the rumble of a diesel engine. I looked out the window and saw an ambulance arrive.
So a few minutes ago the police cruiser left, along with an ambulance with that guy inside. I'll probably never know what went down, but at least I was able to help someone (I think?). Just wish I wasn't hung over.
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