Masons In the Jar

There was a night in Indy, masons, where I was jumped by an African American couple for no reason as I passed by a gas station near my house, and they impaled my skull with a tire iron while they were calling the police blaming it on me. Two gay guys watched by the famous towers and they eventually called the police. Magic, my name for this Carmel, IN, cop and MITCH from a Muncie Karaoke company showed. Mitch was the ambulance worker and driver. They were playing freaky Muncie crack cocaine cop games with me while I bed to death in the back. They both wanted to order me around and I told them that they had to choose. Magic won, and he told me to go to sleep. What great order/ advice for a severe head injury. They took me to Wishard Hospital. I layed in the ER for a bit and a major migraine came on. I knew that they would not help me with any migraine medication (it was the most evil place at the time) and so I began to walk home where I had Imitrex at hand. I ran into to two cop cars and I told them that I was just going home and they said, "Okay." I then came upon some steps a few blocks away. I walked up them and the door to the building opened. I walked in and found an auditorium with a darkness covering all of it. A man who looked similar to my grandfather Mayer came up to me and asked what I was doing there. I said that the door just opened for me. I said that I had a head injury and I was trying to get home. He told me that it was a Mason Temple. I said, "Okay," and I proceeded to go home. I never saw that building again, but the story will always be inside of me.