PART 20

Woah. Just woke up from a dream that I had to write down a sentence on stage and have to spell each word in the sentence correctly or get shot in the head. (This is a huge fear of mine… that my life would end up depending on my spelling abilities) My sentence was: And violently she fell towards the violet, velvet doorway. If you are a song writer… don’t you dare use that in a song. If you are a novelist… we can talk. If you are a journalist… I’m available for questioning. I need an agent and a vacation. I’m going to start with a giant 80’s cellphone, checkered suspenders, and 50 dollar bills underneath my finger tips. I have nothing to say today. Everyone around me should probably pay no attention to me until I’m 30 and have a nice pair of shoes. Cuz until then… it’s all going to be me working it out. A person in progress is a tense thing. We’re fun though, and have great taste in music and film, and say the most clever things after midnight, and have no sense of money, and question everything in the right way, and enjoy company in an obvious way, and hate boredom in a more obvious way, and are sarcastic as hell and think we know everything or wish we thought we knew everything. It’s a goddamn adventure. Jump on.