I stumbled out the doorway going on my journey to a friends house when i hit the cool fresh air, it practically punches me in the face where i then start feeling the cold rain start and slap me with every drop that hits my exposed skin. Winds are picking up pushing against my body. I reach state street where i see a familiar face, its Joe Brenno of the DPW. He sticks his head out and yells "Hello Wes", in doing so his hat flies off his head into the street. in that instant i heard the brakes lock up on the city truck.