i had a few dreams last night that seemed to revolve around the theme of "fear of loss". but the one that really stood out involved my brother, lou. apparently we were sharing an apartment somewhere. i came home from work and he was asleep, half hanging off of a mattress that was plopped on the floor in a corner of the room, surrounded by junk. i happened to look over at my tv, but it wasn't my current 40" hdtv, it was some radio-shack special 10" black & white tv. i flew into a rage because i knew that lou had probably sold the tv in order to buy a ham sandwich and figured that i wouldn't notice the different tv that he had placed in it's stead. i jumped on his back demanding to know what he did with it, but he just responded with "i don't know what you're talking about", in his typical "lou voice". my punches didn't seem to stir the beast... so i grabbed some nearby phone-cord and wrapped it around his neck, deman
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rumor on the streets is that all the cool kids are doing "picklebacks", which is a shot of whisky (usually jameson or old crow) followed by a shot of pickle juice. i thought i'd take it a step further and dig a hole in a pickle and use it as the shot-glass. screw the juice, i want the whole thing! i had some freakishly small spoons laying aroud, they worked well for digging said hole in the kosher dill. i poured a little makers mark in and i took the shot... then immediately ate the shot-glass. sadly, it did not taste well. when i hit safeway to get the components i wasn't aware of the preferred whisky drinks, so i just got my old standby; which i'm blaming for the failure of this experiment. i'll give this another go when i get my hands on another bottle of whisky. hopefully the outcome will be much deliciouser.
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sometime in 2004... at the time i had a bunk-bed in my room, the more mature kind, with a futon on the bottom and a mattress up top. nick and i were hanging out in my room watching movies (and probably smoking the herb) into the wee hours of the night. nick passed out on the futon section, and i climbed up and went to sleep on the upper deck. a few hours later, asleep on my side, i feel something rubbing against my belly. half awake, i froze to see if i felt it again. there it was again!! the first thing that sprang to mind was, "oh my god! there's a rat in my bed climbing around on me!!!". so i quickly jumped up and grabbed it with my left hand and squeezed it as hard as i possibly could. the struggle between me and this monster caused the bed to sway... nick sits up and asks in a panicked voice, "oh my god, is there an earthquake???". that's about when i realized what was attacking while i slumbered. i had fallen asleep on my right arm, causing it to g