rigadoon

I had a surreal, trippy experience the other night. I had gotten off the PATH train from Jersey and was walking through Union Square when I heard all kinds of shouting. These two cobs had this guy by his feet and his arms and were trying to swing him into the police van. He was screaming (in a British accent), "They're fake cops! They're fake cops! HELP!" There was this really scary moment where we made eye contact and almost simultaneously, he kicked a cop in the stomach, which resulted in him getting pepper-sprayed in the eye. I was FREAKING out. I got all paranoid and weirded out and I could still hear him shouting a block away. Then, I passed this huge, white armoured car and noticed a cop all slouched over, staring at me. I started speedwalking away because I seriously felt drugged. I thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown. I started wondering, "What if they really are fake cops? What if that guy's getting taken out by the mob or something? I let this guy get killed!" Yea... I was having a rough night. So then, I get to the corner, across the street from Strand and look down and this is what I see:
It's a bunch of albums all scattered about the ground, broken and stomped on and for some reason, it made me even more nervous, freaked-out and sad than I was before. *Sigh* It was a strange night. I wonder if someone spiked my drink with LSD or something. Chaos.