This just in from a bar employee who witnessed the aftermath of last night’s stabbing:

I was working the door at the War Room (for “High-5” the lesbian happy hour that just re-started up on the deck on Tuesdays) and saw what I thought at first was a drunk transient-looking guy staggering down Pike, coming from the direction of Neighbors alley or Tully’s.

He had a red hoodie up over his head, so I couldn’t see his face and he staggered across the street down by the corner then sort of bounced off the outside wall of the War Room and collapsed in a heap in front of a group of women that had just parked their car a couple feet away.

When we came up to see if he was okay it was obvious that the hoodie and front of his jeans were wet and soaked in blood. I called 911 while one of the good Samaritan women applied direct pressure to the stomach wound to try and stop the bleeding and another held his head to comfort him. (Although he was pretty out of it at that point, really) He’d been stabbed at least 3 times that I could see – twice in the abdomen and once on the side, in the back.

He was alive but unconscious when SPD/paramedics/SFD all arrived and took care of him. I heard someone say he had a Union Gospel Mission ID card in his wallet.

And FYI: There was no “freaking out and peeling off of clothes” as one slog commenter put it. The medics simply removed his bloody clothing and left it in a pile on the sidewalk. The SPD caution-taped off the scene and one waited for the Haz-Mat team to come pick up the clothing. No big whoop.

People do just love to embellish though, don’t they?