Okay, so last night I was a cop.
I have no idea where, I didn’t recognize the uniform or anything else. Not a jailer cop like I am now, but a road guy, jangling with all the poh-leece gear and a shiny new badge and all the rest.
I was with my supervisor and a pile of other coppers as he told us of our new duties: two shifts per week we had to make pizzas.
It was like being in a Steven Bochco show (hehehe…how many of you get THAT reference?).
Then it was over.
The images that this chemo is dredging up from the depths of whatever depths I might have are just whacked out. It’s all sort of fun, but pretty well whacked out.
