Why can’t I dream about normal stuff, like hot chicks?
So, it’s 3:45 am and I have woken myself up. I have never been so glad to find myself all alone in bed and awake when I ought to be asleep. At 3:44, I was was in Colorado with 8 Barrel, in a police chase that resulted in some chasers crashing. And getting dead in the process.
Reckless driving was a problem. Fleeing and eluding was a problem. Those, plus the underlying cause of the chase, whatever it was that criminal mastermind OG did, created a big problem. Time to spring out that inner calm, which will be real helpful for the next 3 to 5. But then the kicker: felony murder. Stupid dead cops. Oh fuck! Life sentence? Death sentence (which would almost be preferable)? Suicide by cop? Sirens approaching. Gotta decide that last one right now. My poor babies…
Then, blissful consciousness. Not being chased.
Not going to prison.
Not completely screwing up my kids’ little world. Again.
That’s it. No more dinners at 11 pm, necessitated by 5 minute car repairs at 10 pm that take an hour because I can’t get all the right tools at the same time.
Until next time, anyway…