How an unchallenged suburban kid from WNY who grew up loving Star Trek, joined the University of Arizona marching band and enjoys ice hockey, blackjack, documentaries, non-fiction sections in bookstores, musicals, Harry Potter, discussing the philosophical contexts of Lost, the Hollywood Bowl and misses the Fairfax Farmers Market karaoke, has found that he belongs in Los Angeles.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Best weirdest dream ever
best dream ever: bum rush president, token gay guy best friend suppporter TV interview set up with someone. lucky souvenir penny. sprint PCS/Nextel store shirt. really expensive camcorder, violence in store. Vegas. dead moth. shrinker into the display. raw meat. contest to get tour from President, who is trying to chide me. Spanish 21 with Rich, Rick Pizzo. Dealer who defends me, very nice woman who gets fucked over by boss. Bouncing President's head off displays in rage of commie vengeance. Expect to be disappeared. don't remember enough, and I'm trying Ringo, note the time.
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