After loading three trucks with merchandise I finally clocked out of work at three A.M. When I got home I just collapsed on the couch. I felt like my whole body had been tortured. My eyes were puffy as marshmallows and my head was throbbing so bad it seemed like there was a forty-two piece band playing in it. My legs were hurting so bad, I could not even begin to describe the pain. Amazingly enough, my back wasn’t giving me any trouble.
Just as I was drifting off to sleep I heard someone knocking on the front door. As I struggled to get up, my foot got caught on the rug and I fell to the floor. I used the coffee table to steady myself as I managed to get to my feet.
As I opened the front door, I was confronted by two police officers. One was shinning a flashlight in my face and asking me if my name was Robert. I said, “yes”, although my real name is Rob, but a lot of people seem to want to call me Robert.
The other police officer stepped forward while saying, “ok, we got him”. I was immediately handcuffed and told that I was under arrest. I asked, what for, and he said, “for murder”.
I told them I had not murdered anyone! They read me my rights and ushered me to the squad car. Without answering any of my questions they drove me to the police station. I was finger printed and my picture was taken with the number RB42 in front of me.
I was taken to a holding cell, locked up, and told that someone would be back for me. As I looked around I saw two other men in the cell with me. One man had tattoos all over his neck and arms. He was missing three front teeth and he had the odor of a skunk. The other man must have weighted three hundred pounds! He had a long beard and did not smell any better than the other man.
Both men were approaching me and I began to backup. All of a sudden, they lurched at me and I was thrown on top of one of the cots in there. I felt something really hard hit my head, and that is when I jerked awake and realized I had been having a horrible nightmare! I had grabbed the lamp that was sitting on the end table, causing it to crash onto my head and that woke me up.
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