…and getting caught in dusty apartments with rock bands
Last night I had a very strange dream. I was sitting in a cramped, slightly run down second floor apartment somewhere and was having a conversation with Matchbox 20’s Rob Thomas. Weird. turns out it was his place. Who knows when THIS was, I’m sure, some kind of joke. I really could not imagine this. I was hanging around and the band was hanging around and could see me and we were having some discussion. This particular nite I had been asked to come over and so I did. One of the band members had come over later than the rest and he was really bummy looking. I could not identify him, for some reason his likeness was blurry. He had asked Rob if he knew where the fuck his case of Corona went, ’cause apparently he had left it there previously. no one said anything. Then I woke up.
Care to analyze that one ???
By the way, since I didn’t know what the hell I was doing, I accidentally deleted my entry for Monday, so I located it in the archives. Unfortunately, this throws off my archives flow. Oh well. Thanks for being human and understanding.
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