by Owen Silverman Andrews September 25, 2016 It’s a Tuesday like any other on the Fallsway, distinguishable only by September’s final dismissal of Baltimore summer humidity, leaving the first hint of fall chill in the night air. When darkness falls, the Sheriff’s Department raids the encampment on the steps of Healthcare for the Homeless. An hour later, a man strewn on the same steps lurches up, projectile vomits, and slams his head down hard on the concrete. I witness it from across the street, not moving, not knowing what to do. It’s a night like any other on the Fallsway,…