Volpone
Zombie Hunter
A'ight. I'm too much of a narcissist to dwell on Dual's f-ed up childhood. But I did have an odd dream last night. So as a weak attempt at changing the subject, I shall share it:
I'm driving my car down the highway in evil traffic. Suddenly, for no apparent reason, the back end cuts loose and I'm spinning around in the fast lane, surrounded by cars, at around 65 mph. Horns going off all over, but miraculously I somehow get it under control and pointed the right direction without kissing the wall or any other cars.
Of course the cop about 3 cars back was somewhat less impressed. So he hits the lights--and some kid I rode the schoolbus with in high school is driving (and he's the age he was in the 1980s, of course). I get him to pull it over and somehow wind up back in the driver's seat. Then the cop that comes up is his older brother--again 20 years younger than he should be. And there's some other guy--I think he was a guy I was drinking with that night--in street clothes. Like Portland slacker street clothes.
By this time there are a number of cop cars there, and slacker guy is getting me out of the car in such a way that I can't pull a gun--and facing away from all the cops, so if I try anything funny they'll have the drop on me.
I think they did a drunk test on me at that point, but I woke up pretty quick after that so I don't recall.
I'm driving my car down the highway in evil traffic. Suddenly, for no apparent reason, the back end cuts loose and I'm spinning around in the fast lane, surrounded by cars, at around 65 mph. Horns going off all over, but miraculously I somehow get it under control and pointed the right direction without kissing the wall or any other cars.
Of course the cop about 3 cars back was somewhat less impressed. So he hits the lights--and some kid I rode the schoolbus with in high school is driving (and he's the age he was in the 1980s, of course). I get him to pull it over and somehow wind up back in the driver's seat. Then the cop that comes up is his older brother--again 20 years younger than he should be. And there's some other guy--I think he was a guy I was drinking with that night--in street clothes. Like Portland slacker street clothes.
By this time there are a number of cop cars there, and slacker guy is getting me out of the car in such a way that I can't pull a gun--and facing away from all the cops, so if I try anything funny they'll have the drop on me.
I think they did a drunk test on me at that point, but I woke up pretty quick after that so I don't recall.
