last night i dreamt that i stole a “WIN THIS!!” display speedboat from inside a casino and started flying around the floor, horrendous carpet flying kicked up everywhere, attempting to decapitate Bob Barker with the propeller whilst in mid-air.
a viscous as a visigoth, my aim was not as true to form and i accidentally severed the head of a Jolene Anello’s childhood friend, Marcos. in shame and cowardice, i ran; although my shoddy disposal of the evidence was leading the fuzz closer and closer to my capture. i would fret for hours while working at my job cleaning movie theaters, whilst the manager yelled at me incessantly to, “clean out the damn popcorn machine,” compounding my trepidation.
it was then that i woke up.
September 20, 2009, 6:45am
