Creating An Alibi for One Hot Chili Pepper

I haven't written since the 4th.  My energy has been more than low, it has been more like comatose.  Today I watched a movie late last night (I Can Only Imagine), read a bit of this book called The Loop (it is a fictitious novel about wolves in Yellowstone and MN, written by the author of The Horse Whisperer), I then got my stuff together, caught the 4:30 am bus to downtown to do PT and swim, and now I am at The IDS Crystal Court Starbucks.  I even had a reward point sandwich.  It was so yummy.  I am just seeing if I can get a vibe that is helpful here today.  I did watch The Grammy's last night and my favorite performance was The Red Hop Chili Peppers.  I will finally tell the story of Anthony and me.  The police violated me in so many ways in Indianapolis, but one night, they stole my keys, and I was left on the street on a fairly CHILI night.  I ran into these two Klansman and they slept with me under a bridge to keep me warm.  It was very dangerous because it was by The IUPUI campus and their security was killing street people at the time.  They thought that they had the CONSTITUTIONAL right.  These two men were Anthony and Flea, from Red Hot Chili Peppers.  The other danger was that Anthony was American Vampiric in full rut.  He bled me dry.  Anthony went full on demon the next day and started crawling against the force of gravity under the bottom of the bridge.  In his song he says, "One Time."  If it wasn't him, it would have been The Line deputy of Marion County demonic for all eternity.  It was an Army moment in street unit expertise.  Flea, stood back and let the blood drip from my veins with no life in my eyes, thus no pain.  I just talked Anthony through this demonic phase by just being me after a night of no blood in my veins, or heart beat in my chest. The song "Under the Bridge" came from a foreshadowing dream he had in L.A. that told him that everything would be okay if this demonic played out.  He played last night with a creepy look to let me know that he will be working with The Minneapolis Police, here, around me.  He is a quick change artist.  He has cart blanche to cop cars, marked or unmarked, new or old, uniform or no uniform.  He can do traffic stops galore, especially in Columbia Heights, but never homicide.  He will then think that it was all foreshadowing to kill me.  It cuts too close to my bones.  He will insure that beat cops never get the keys to my apartment ever again.  Anthony, do not go by Tony.  That will make Tony Thornberg come through and he is head of Skinhead Nation.  You will then start to have trouble with your beliefs about homosexuality.  Go by T.  Then you can say that your name is Mr. T. if people you stop and cause erectile dysfunction for will not be believed.  T.  Remember comedy and see me in a warm breeze on The 4th of July, in downtown Indianapolis, IN, by my Backhawk Helicopter after I returned triumphantly from Muncie, IN.