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05:08 - Friday, Jun. 10, 2005
gather 'round the campfire, folks, its storytime!!!
i woke up a lil bit, still in a fog and i can see by squinting the coffeepot brewing coffee. moments earlier, i heard the coffee grinder going off, and i knew in the back of my subconciousness that coffee will be ready soon.

so i rolled outta bed, to go pee. but something was not right here. i was someplace else. it wasnt my room, my nice, clean room. it was dark, and stank, a giant room, and other people were milling about, and something faintly familiar about this place i was in; i couldn't quite put a handle on it, but i had to pee, so i thought i was in my room and i was just groogy from sleep, i can see the clock on the microwave, its just 3:15 am and so i went towards the direction of the bathroom, and im confused. something aint right. this aint my place here. but where is here?

i went thru the curtain into another large room with many people in it, dark, barely visible, and made my way towards what i thought was my bathroom. it was a bathrooom, all right. about 12 urinals and stalls along the wall. so i went pee. waking up slowly. people wandering about. "g'morn, captain" people would say. i'd faintly acknowlodge the greetings. as i exited the bathroom, people scurring about would make a path for me. off in the distance, i can hear someone yelling, "dont touch that, thats the cap'ns coffee. he sees you stealing it, he will snap ya neck!" ah, good ole roscoe, looking out, i thought. but who is roscoe? im thinking? im confused. theres my coffeepot, right on top of the microwave, just as i left it last night when i went to bed. in my room. in salt lake. but i wasnt there now. where the hell am i? and why are people calling me captain?

i got a cup, and went towards what looked like outside. "careful cap'n" i would hear, "you going outside?" shouldn't go outside, its dangerous, i would hear, i ignored this, these people are retarded. i went outside, and there was a long dock, like you see in the back of the wharehouse. like a loading dock. it was misty outside, and i went down the alley to the street. looking up and down the very large street, it looked faintly familiar, on the west side of the long street was a tunnel. now, that looks familar.. a cop car screamed by, siren blaring, chasing a car! it was a LAPD cop car!! but it was an old one! a 1970's type!!

i turn around to face the building i was in, i reconised the front. it was the union gospel mission in LOS ANGELES as it was when i was there in the early 90's ! what the fuck?? wheres my coffee?? i was across the street by now, looking around. im thinking, this dont make sense...the front door to the mission opens, and a man comes out, and sees me, and yells, "ya better come back in man!!!" i ignore him, and start down the street toward the tunnel, thinking, so, i'm in LA. how the hell did i get here??

as i go thru the tunnel, i reconise that i am walking towards hollywood. then, i turn the corner, and a part of a newspaper blows by. i pick it up and look at the top of it. september 14, 1966 it says. WHAT?? cant be!! 1966?? naw, im thinking in disbelief. here comes a bus. along the side of the bus, as it stops, i read what it says. RTD. RTD?? im thinking, RTD?? i get on the bus, and the fare is 35 cents. i put 35 cents and sit down. im thinking RTD is what METRO used to be called. and why was the fare only 35 cents? its a buck 50!!! the bus looked old style to me. the people on the bus are transparent, i get off the bus to what i knew was hollywood blvd. theres a newsrack! i look at the news paper inside, june 24th, 1973 it read. President Nixon declares embargo the headline read. WTF?? NIXON? 1973?? NIXONS DEAD!!! 1973?? its 2005, not 1973?!? huh?

i hear the coffee grinding in the background. faintly, as i lay on my bed, i look at the clock on the microwave, its 3:15 am. i gotta pee. coffee is brewing. i get up to goto the bathroom, im in my room, and realise that what just happened was all a dream. just a dream. its 2005 and im in my room. all is well. and now im sitting here typing this. whew!!! happy friday!!!



if i offended anyone by yesterdays drivel, i am sorry.


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