I haven't written a [October 25, 2004|daylog] in a couple of years--so bear with me. This morning's events are too strange to go [write|unwritten].

I was driving to work, notable only by the absence of traffic and the whine of my speedometer. The lack of radio makes me acutely [aware] of all the squeaks and whistles my car has to offer, and there are quite a few.

As I was passing the three-story sporting goods store that I've passed a thousand times, I heard yelling coming from the adjacent car-park. I glanced over, as one can only glance while operating a vehicle at 40mph. I saw what looked like a homeless man [lumbering] after another guy, who was yelling for help.

I kept driving. Things like this aren't all that [Kitty Genovese|out of the ordinary] in a [Denver, Colorado|large city]. Although it was fairly unusual for a homeless man to sport a $2000 sports jacket and a suit to match. That much I guess I [perception is reality|noticed].

I considered the incongruity of that as I heard the sirens. Emergency vehicles were apparently on their way to intercept the well-dressed homeless fellow. Except they passed me. Going [south|the wrong way]. What seemed like dozens of them. I spent more time pulling over than I did driving. Even stranger was the fact that I saw no less than three fire trucks pass a [We don't need no water let the mother fucker burn|burning] two story building. Never was there a time I wished my radio worked more than now.

After more of the same, I arrived at work, but there was no one there that I could find. I made my way to my [Rubik's Cube|cube] and began to write this account while it was still fresh in my mind. And I just heard movement and what sounded like a moan from down the hall. I'll go see if whomever that is can tell me [Are you ready for the skeletons? ARE YOU READY FOR THE FUCKING SKELETON REVOLUTION?|what's going on].

October 25, 2004 (thing)