I See A Man Standing Tall

I am sitting by the door at Starbucks coffee in the IDS. Hugh Laurie just came up the escalator, with no cane, with a full back pack on. He was drinking water with a little ecstasy in it. His pain is gone and his limp too. He looked great. Maybe my physical therapy is helping his industries (FBI, Interpol, acting, and medicine). I got so excited I called my brother and left a message. I told him about the vampiric lawyers who own the IDS. I told him that the skyways were designed (by BOTH of my grandfathers) to hide vampires walking through downtown Minneapolis when they would feed late at night. I let my brother know that I am vampiric and that my grandfather (my biofather) was too through Nazi colony. They drank kool aid, not blood, and dealt with vampiric IMAGERY, not the realities of vampires today. Amazing mystical abilities go along with this chain. Hugh, it was great to see you. Don't you like my physical therapist? He is really cool. I think, after today, things are making sense to him. I live in spiritual realms and realities, but I do mind the clock IMPECCABLY and very much feel pain.