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2008-09-05 21:48:11 ET
August 12, 2008
A man had a cardiac arrest and died in the building where I work. I heard about his cardiac arrest around 11:30, and then when I went out, I knew he was dead. I saw him, covered by a white sheet, as I edged past, with a group of police officers gathered around and talking to someone, one female officer staring harshly at me, with a couple of movable bulletin boards drawn to cover the sight from the other side of the hallway. This was about an hour after it happened. I felt kind of blasphemous passing by somehow. Disrespectful of human life and death, as I forever am. Last night, Nick heard, "This is the police! Come out with your hands up," in the hallway outside his apartment; apparently they were arresting his neighbor, who he's seen once and we've heard playing bad music once, because there were gunshots in his room; there were bullet holes in the wall. That must have happened right before Nick came home. I saw a woman using an electric toothbrush in her car at the intersection. Wtf? I can't understand it. I fully consider this an "odd happening." |
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