One that I can still remember was when I saw a replica of myself and chased her down a flight of stairs and suddenly I was invisable and my friends were mad at her because she was being a bitch but they thought it was me.
Another where some of those door-to-door church preachers were going around and stopped at my house and insisted they come in and I said no and realized they were after me so I slammed the door and locked it and heard them going around the house so I ran to the back door but they beat me and one of the girls burst in and knocked me out and I woke up hog-tied by a church. There were two guys and two girls and the guy came up to me and kneeled down and told me to "accept it". I woke up actually frightened.
__________________
So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told.
Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow.
Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle.
|