I'm in a Chines restaurant. The owner, a fat white guy starts to rant a bunch of right-wing hate peach. We storm out in protest and call the police. There's an APB out on us and we're in the Lincoln being chased.
A blog to share my dreams. No, not my aspirations, but my actual dreams. I find our subconscious world absolutely fascinating--maybe someone can give me a bit of insight into just what these crazy dreams mean. Have at it world!
I was working on an advertising campaign with a partner. It was to promote a car company. Our boss was President Obama and he kept encouragi...
No comments:
Post a Comment