9/29/06
There's after hours construction or renovation going on at the meth clinic next door. Even if I close the kitchen window I can hear them hammering away at god knows what. They don't stop until nine or ten at night.
There's after hours construction or renovation going on at the meth clinic next door. Even if I close the kitchen window I can hear them hammering away at god knows what. They don't stop until nine or ten at night.
apologies are in order
Not only did I not update last night, I gave a half-assed version of that dream. Now I can't remember shit.
In Yer Dreams
So I took a road trip at night. The drive was long and took me through the Republic's southwestern desert region. Soon I stopped for gas because I thought I had reached my destination, Los Angeles. Hey the sign said I was entering Los Angeles.
L.A. ended up being a huge disappointment for me. The 7-11 was closed, the gas station was abandoned but I still paid for my gas. No I didn't pay attention to the gas prices in my dream unlike prior dreams. I leave that as an exercise for you, gentle reader, to research and cite examples.
I hopped on top of a dumpster and watched traffic wondering how this fabled city of celebrities, performers and gangsters was a let down. Someone pulled up in a pink low rider and they seemed to be aware of my thoughts.
"Whatchoo doin' in Los Angeles, New Mexico mang?"
New Mexico?
My map back in my car showed there was a tiny town in northwestern New Mexico called Los Angeles.
Since I was so tired I decided I was going to quit and live there.
