Random ramblings from an amateur rock-n-roll historian and critic,self-professed bourbon aficionado, blackberry growin', jam makin', sometime tie-die shirt makin', ex hippie wannabe, turned punk rock lovein', blues festival going, middle aged pudgy bald white guy who loves to wear Hawaiian shirts in the summertime and happens to be more Stax than Motown, more Alman Brothers than Skynard, more Stones than Beatles, more NASCAR than Baseball, more freeware than license keys...
Friday, June 1, 2018
Oh!
I had the craziest dream.
I usually don't remember them.
This was short but intense.
We were going to a show?
The theatre?
Opera?
We were all dressed up.
Tux.
Evening dress.
Everything.
Looking great.
We were in like a glass foyer that was in front of the main lobby.
We were over in a corner just standing there talking.
This foyer had doors on both sides.
It wasn't very wide.
Walked in one side, left the other.
Were standing there waiting on friends or something.
Guess who comes walking in the foyer?
The Donald and his wife.
As soon as he was in there?
FBI agents came running to both sets of doors.
Arrested him and his wife.
As they were being led away?
The Donald broke free.
Grabbed an agents gun and started shooting indiscriminately.
They corralled him back pretty quick.
Hauled him and his wife away.
Nobody was hurt.
Crazy.
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