Thanks, Rob.
Last night I had a dream where I was on a bicycle, being chased by a shadowy troll figure who was running after me with a knife. I pedaled as hard as I could, but every time I looked back over my shoulder, the troll seemed to be gaining on me. I'd lean in and pedal harder and harder, legs muscles burning, but I'd look back and the troll was still gaining ground.
Exactly at the point when I was exhausted and could pedal no more, I looked up to see my old landlord Rob up ahead, standing by the side of the alley with a beer in his hand. He gave me a head nod as I cruised past on the bike, and I looked back to see him stick his foot out into the alley. The troll tripped on Rob's foot and face-planted on the concrete. Rob hoisted his beer in my direction, and walked away. Dream over.
Exactly at the point when I was exhausted and could pedal no more, I looked up to see my old landlord Rob up ahead, standing by the side of the alley with a beer in his hand. He gave me a head nod as I cruised past on the bike, and I looked back to see him stick his foot out into the alley. The troll tripped on Rob's foot and face-planted on the concrete. Rob hoisted his beer in my direction, and walked away. Dream over.
Labels: dreams
posted by steve at 6:01 AM
5 Comments:
Yeah I think you need to move back soon :)
at least rob did *something* nice for you. i mean, tripping a troll is the least he could do for dropping your toliet.
I bet that ugly-ass black toilet with the cracked top is still there.
Hola Steve, I'm visiting your site after a recommendation from Zorak. Trolls on bikes? Cool.
Okay, well, see ya 'round.
Drove by Pacific Ave last weekend on my way up to Santa Monica. Saw Rob's white whale of a car. That thing is about two dents away from the junkyard; I don't know how he keeps it from being towed for scrap metal.
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