At Night.

'Is Sarah Calling the Police?'
'Yes.'
'Fuck.'
'I think he is moving, I saw him moving.'
'Fuck.'
'Tell them there mugging him now.'
'Jesus.'
'Jesus.'

When I got to him he was breathing.

He was lying flat on his back. naked from the waist up. his bloody shirt was a few feet away. He face was swollen... badly swollen all over. I asked his name. he didn't repond. His face was covered in blood in varying degrees of drying or bleeding there was a puddle of blood on the pavement, bigger then anything I'd ever seen.

I looked down the street and waved down a police car coming around the corner. The Police Officer asked him his name. I saw the ambulance down the street I waved them over. She asked me more questions, maybe it's a generational thing but giving the police personal information makes me nervous. Authority is not to be trusted. Esspecially not at face value. But this guy was bleeding everwhere and I saw almost everything.

the ambulance guys asked me what happened, so they got out the neck brace and the stretcher, I was relieved they got his name out of him. 'ok ricky we are going to get this brace on you. ready?'

man if I was lying there... jesus.

She said someone would be by to talk to me later so I went back in the bar and waited.

I thought about breaking the law. We do it all the time. Not just jay walking either. I was with a guy earlier than night buying drugs. I know of at least two people who drove under the influence. I saw at least four joints sparked up. I ripped off the ferry by 25 cents. I was definitely publicly intoxicated. And it's not the first time for any of this stuff. It makes you wonder if anyone gets caught ever, and if they do.... If you happen to be the sucker that's in the wrong place at the wrong time and you get arrested then you only go to jail if you don't have the money to get away with it. (OJ you killed the mother of your children.) So Jails are filled with those not just unlucky or just poor, but only if you are Poor AND Unlucky. Just like monopoly.

I still remember the look on the guys face as he walked by me, fear masked in agression. Fear held static by fists clenched. Eyes looking at me through the glass unsure but ready. Jaw clenched, body stiff with rage. Not ready to ask questions, but ready to answer in anyone in raw agression. He was acting as his own Bodyguard, under the orders of fear. He walked at a quick pace, away.

Hey, they want to talk to you again...

'Are you willing to fill out a sworn statement?'
'Sure.'

Wow cop vision makes me aware of how drunk I am jesus.

'ok well There were two groups of guys arguing a group of two and of four over there on the corner. The bigger group started running the smaller group gave chase. I got the fuck...er I got out of the way. I came in here. When I looked back out there was a man lying face down on the ground, not moving, arms by his side, I thought he was dead and then the other man was kicking him in the head repeatedly. His head was like a coconut in a potato sack. It was fucking awful. He was just lying there not moving and the guy was taking steps back to wind up for huge kicks at his head. I checked that Sarah was calling the cops, she was I gave her an update. They took his wallet and his jacket and his shirt. I went out and everyone was gone accept the guy on the ground lying on his back not moving. I could hear him gurgling so I knew he was alive, he face was a mess. Then you guys showed up.'

'Well the hospital says he is ok.'
'Good good.'

It was dawn by the time we started home.


Today's Song of the Day is "Requiem For Soprano, Mezzo Soprano, Two Mixed Choirs & Orchestra" composed by Gyorgy Ligeti, Conducted by Francis Travis from the 1968 album "2001: A Space Odyssey Original Motion Picture Soundtrack."

Crazy Fact: Ligeti was born on May 28, 1923, in the Transylvanian town of Dicsöszentmárton, Romania. Dude, maybe HE'S Dracula. and Dude he was born in a Disco! He was Made for music.

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