Escape To 2013

[poliphilo]

The fireworks woke me up. I was in the middle of a dream where I was pretending to be a gangland chaplain (It involved half-inching a leather jacket with gang insignia from Rene-next-door) and trying to muscle in on the funeral of a murder victim and everybody had worked out I was a fraud and this gigantic cop was hassling me and these beautiful red-headed twins were making fun of me. On the whole I was glad to be out of it...