Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Two More And It's Gone
So I had a dream the other night that these two 'bad men' were breaking into my apartment and they wanted to fucking kill me. I ran and I ran and I ran, but I could not get away (if you've been to my apartment or live in, well, fuck it, anywhere, you understand) and I hid in some non-existent closet until they were about to get me and then I woke the fuck up.
Most of the time I cannot sleep at all. This night I was asleep and the 'bad men' woke me up.
Thank you, brain.
It's a recurring NYC dream. I have it once a year - maybe twice, mostly, I think, because if you really want to jump over the rooftops and crawl into my kitchen window, you can.
And if you do not want to kill me, let's just say, then you can take my TV. Or my computer. Because if you want to carry that shit down three flights and put it in your car - go with god, brother. I'm not carrying it downstairs for you. I already carried it up. It ain't going nowhere unless you want it. Have at it.
I had my house keys winged at my head once. They missed.
I've taken two punches to the face. They did not miss.
I've weaved and bobbed with the best of them, mostly walking away right after I tried desperately to reason with 'them.'
Never really works...
I guess the bottom line is this:
If you want to hurt me or steal my TV - do it.
I've got better shit to do.
This post is for CD, as an apology for being an asshole.
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