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- November 26, 2002
- Andy, Bryan, and I went to the Iroquois Trestle. It was early in the afternoon, I believe, and during the autumn months. We drove down the lane in my truck, only to find that the rails had all been dislodged and the ties dug up.
I parked the truck near the road, then the two of them walked back down to the bridge. For some reason, when I looked back at my truck, it was rolling down the hill into a field. I yelled at them to hurry back, because I saw a cop in the distance.
I got to the truck and stopped it, and waited for the two of them to jump inside. We saw the cop turn into a driveway, and it looked like he was about to turn around. Not taking any chances, I went helling through a field and escaped.
- November 20, 2002
- I was watching a movie inside a restaurant. There were circular tables in front of a big movie screen and the place was semi-elegant.
I got up to take a bathroom break or something, and stopped on the other edge of the room where someone I think I might not have liked was looking for some toothpaste.
They asked me what particular brand of toothpaste I bought. I told them I bought that baking soda shit, but I couldn't remember what brand. I looked up and saw tubes of toothpaste that resembled the ones I usually buy, but when I looked for the baking soda brands, all I could see was a myriad of other "flavors." Including corpse flavor.
- November 16, 2002
- I was sitting at home, when I realized that a school bus that Kelly was riding in had flipped over on the intersection just north of town. I rushed out there to see people being taken away by ambulances, but Kelly was safe and unharmed inside an unfilled swimming pool that looked strangely similiar to Jason's.
- November 13, 2002
- I believe I was in the Watstinka school gym watching some sort of awards ceremony. Kelly was there with me, and her mom was out in the middle of the gym trying to shake hands with a midget who had just won an award. As she reached down, the midget kept shrinking until he disappeared into the floor.
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grokkings
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I can't seem to cuddle a fart out my ass these days without getting sued.
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