While blood is pumping out of the brachial artery in my arm, pooling at my feet and soaking through my shredded North Face coat, jeans and Nike Air Zoom Tallac Lite boots, I am in shock. My entire left arm is numb, but oddly enough I can still feel the warmth of my blood steadily flowing down my leg.
"Am I going to die?"
"Yes. I'm going to die here over a pair of sneakers."
Bystanders camped out at House of Hoops on 125th Street rush to dial 911, but everything moves in slow motion for me as I call the only person I can think of.