So last night I had a dream that my car was being fixed in a garage in the middle of nowhere. Isaac Brock (lead singer of Modest Mouse) was the mechanic and the rest of the band was practicing at the back of the garage. The band made it seem like I was an inconvenience, like they had to hit the road, and my car troubles held them up.
Next thing I know, Dave Grohl comes in and is in my face, telling me that Issac doesn't have time to fix my car and I needed to leave. He kept pushing me and spit was hitting my glasses and he was making me nervous.
Then he pushes me into some beater Fork pick-up, and we're on Jackass.
We're facing a ramp in front of a huge pit. Dave Grohl slams the gas and we're off, but as soon as we're at the bottom of the ramp, I know we are not going to clear the gap, and I have a feeling that he never intended to. We're flying, we're in the air, and the truck starts tipping to the left and, oh yeah, the gap is about five hundred feet across. We would have never made it.
The truck is falling and falling and we're on our side and I'm gripping the dashboard and Dave Grohl is screaming and laughing and crying and I'm not saying anything, just looking straight ahead at the dirt walls of the hole we're sinking in and the air is rushing by my face from the left because Dave Grohl's window is open and he's still screaming out it then
Bang.
We hit the bottom.
But Dave Grohl's not there. Just me and I'm not hurt at all. I only wonder if I Isaac is still working on my car.
I don't think I will look at Dave Grohl the same way.
And I will never have Issac Brock work on my car.
As for other news, I will be working on creating pages for some of my original fiction and Poetry. As if I have to remind anyone, all writing is copyrighted and cannot be used without my permission.
Or I will have Dave Grohl come after you.
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