On a stabbing, on a murder, in the park blocks, crime scene tape up: yellow on the outside, red around the dead, I can hear a coworker shouting. A man has broke the outer perimeter. Shirtless, dressed in a faux zebra print cowboy hat, an unbuttoned, fuzzy leopard print coat, double septum rings, red corduroy pants, and boots, a man is walking on auto-pilot. Too drunk to stand, he's leaned into his walk.
We intercept, surround him.
Sir, you can't go this way.
"Why?"
There's a dead man in the park.
"Hunh?"
Somebody was murdered, stabbed to death, you need to go a different way.
"I'm not dead."
Sir, you need to go a different way. There is a homicide. The park is closed.
"You guys are assholes."
Yes, but you still need to go a different way.
"But, .."
I grab one arm. A new guy grabs the other. We escort him out of the crime scene and aim him the way he needs to go.
"You guys are assholes!'
Sir, you just need to go south on 10th.
We push him forth and send him on his way......
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