I can't breathe.

That's the first thing I notice. The second thing I notice is that there are small, pastel-colored shapes flickering across my vision. I wonder what that means. My body aches in a dozen places, but there's a particularly sharp shooting pain in my left elbow. And another in my right hip.

Little by little, I become aware of my surroundings again. I'm lying on the parking lot, and I smell car exhaust and the hot tar scent of asphalt baking in the sun. ...