I drive around Midtown near the DIA with the Hawk. We go into a small party store that only sells beer and pop. There are a bunch there and one of them tries to steal my backpack. I tell him I'm going to crack his skull open with it.
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'm at the central branch of our library and it's been dolled up for an advertising awards party. They start putting out food. I d...
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