ER Experience

As I sit and try to decide what to put on the page, I think of a topic, and then a telepathic thought comes through to not go there. The most innocuous idea is about an ER visit I had. I walked to go to the restroom and there was a Minneapolis Police Officer standing there. I leaned on the counter with him and we just looked at each other. He had a short sleeved shirt on and the sleeves of tattoos were visible. I think that he just forgot to wear a shirt underneath. I was able to ascertain from the tattoos that he was special forces. I told him that I liked his sleeves and I went back to my bed. Along the way, I saw a man who was dead lying there on the bed two beds away. He had maximum security restraints on on his wrists in front, but not his feet. He was in full rigor mortis. He looked like Joe Biden. It was pretty trippy. I was the only one in that section of the ER at Hennepin Counter Medical Center. I think that they kind of thought that I was not there. It happens around me sometimes. That fellow may still be in the morgue at HCMC. Cold storage is best for an event like this. Many things could not be figured out, thus the chain of evidence must remain intact and ready to present to presidency at the right time. Mr. Police Man, you were cool. I just say maybe you present the chain of evidence against my aggressors to your top authority and to The Lieutenant from Marion County. I think that this was not a serendipitous encounter with this dead man. Maybe death was me and YOU are my mortician this week.