It was Christmas Eve 2022, and John Golden was trekking through a blizzard toward Salvage Dealer Recycling, with his heavy jacket crusted with snowflakes and slippers soaked through. High on meth and Xanax, he gripped the chain link fence surrounding the junkyard and began to climb away from the voices he heard due to paranoia.
Golden dropped to the snow on the other side of the fence, a sharp chill rushed through his body. He knew he needed to get out. He turned around and started to climb back over; his slipper fell into the snow leaving his foot bare except for a thin sock.
Frostbite seared his hands and feet as he lay numb on the ground. For a moment, Golden stopped fighting and accepted that this frozen night would be his last…