curbdrop out of grace

bit by bit

really quickly, had a fucked up dream last nite.

i dreamt that first, Travis the band came to my parents house to play a private set. for some reason there were only 3 band members as opposed to the 4 (or 5?) that actually exist. i remember thinking that was wierd. i ended up getting them all to autograph one of my travis cds.

then the story turns to me and some friend of mine (can't remember who) and we break into michael peca's house for the sole reason to burn it down with him in it. for those who don't know peca is a pro hockey player for the islanders, formally of the sabres. he used to be one of my favorite players.

so then we burn him alive and escape running to another travis concert because we want to use it as our alibi (sp?) and whatever. we have this signed copy of the cd to prove we were at the concert.

cops never suspect anything. also forgot to mention on our way to and back from the travis concert, we climbed up and jumped down all these mounds of garbage that had infinite amounts of rotting cabbage leaves. wierd huh?

posted by fillshe @ 7:50 AM