I saw a man die. Road rage. One punch. The old man toppled like a matchstick. His skull hit the road, his legs didn’t move. From where I sat, eating pizza, I didn’t see his head hit the ground, but I heard it. It was a slap … of sorts. You’d think it would be a crunch, or a crack, but it wasn’t. I cried out something in that moment, but I don’t remember what.