"One morning [in 2003], I was walking down Melrose Avenue in Los Angeles. There was this guy on a motorcycle right in front of me -- about as far away as that plant, maybe six feet? And he looked at me. He didn't wave, but he looked at me, and then he pulled out into traffic and this car, like, boom -- killed him instantly," Dinklage, 44, tells the magazine. "I was the last person he saw on earth ... And I connected with him."
"[T]here was this quiet moment where it was like I was the only person in the world who knew this guy was dead," he continues. "And I was there looking at him, you know, in those moments of calm after something horrible happens, the calm before the melee starts, before the ambulances and the cops arrive and it becomes a scene. There was that moment when I was with him."
"He was probably about 25," he continues. "He'd probably just had breakfast at the same place I was headed. And then he died. It's like, he was robbed."
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