“Hey sir,” he texted me just before 1:00 am on a Friday morning. “Hey. Was asleep. Tonight?” I replied when I woke up seven hours later. In that window of time, 10 blocks from my apartment, 2 blocks from his, on the road we traveled to see one another, he was mowed down by a sanitation truck days before Christmas, the new year, and the new decade. You don’t expect much communication from a casual sex partner. You message each other when the mood strikes. When you have a desire for one another.