You had been in the hospital for your injuries for no more than three days when you started to notice a pattern involving the guy in the room next to you. On a groggy weeknight in DC, as you were looking out over the streets, searching for a new detail you’d missed, you locked eyes with the man on the parallel balcony, his eyes wild and his face marred with cuts and bruises. He was on his fourth in a series of cigarettes, by your calculation. The man seems familiar…