Only in my dreams

It’s 2007? ’08? ’09? It’s pre-Lurlene. I am hanging out with Peggy.

We’re talking about my then-current girlfriend, Prozac.  I am going to Michigan for a visit. I in no way want Prozac along for the ride. (This trip actually happened in ’09)

Where it goes from ordinary weirdness to creepy is we’re chatting about this all the while I am fingering this chick.  I know she would jump me/accept me back in a heartbeat.  I didn’t want that in real life; I don’t want that even in crazyland.

Worse, all this fooling around is evidently occurring at Mom’s house.  And, she’s around somewhere.

Yeah, awkward.

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