Robert and I were on a road trip from California, through Arizona to New Mexico, but instead of heading southwest, Arizona was above California, and New Mexico beyond that.
We passed a grocery store, but the guy in front of me wasn't paying attention and almost hit an old man crossing the entrance. I told Robert how horrible it was that the guy was too drunk to be paying attention. The old guy gave us a cold stare as we passed.
We came to a stop sign, and for some reason I pulled out a box of Monopoly and we started playing. People started going around us and honking their horns. Everyone seemed to be driving old muscle cars. It was strange.
Finally, I put the Monopoly game in Robert's lap and we took off, looking behind us to see if we had pissed anyone off enough to come after us.
That's it.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Headaches
I dream.
I can't remember them but for a moment. They pass me as ghosts fleeing from human view.
I get bits and pieces of images throughout the day. Nothing concrete.
I know most nights of I dream of Stars, then of losing Stars. A crushing fear on my lips momentarily when I wake. I dream of being abused again by this one. I dream that it's not just small violence, either. I dream of the type of violence that could break a spirit.
I know I dream of these things. The details are lost in the bright light.
I can't remember them but for a moment. They pass me as ghosts fleeing from human view.
I get bits and pieces of images throughout the day. Nothing concrete.
I know most nights of I dream of Stars, then of losing Stars. A crushing fear on my lips momentarily when I wake. I dream of being abused again by this one. I dream that it's not just small violence, either. I dream of the type of violence that could break a spirit.
I know I dream of these things. The details are lost in the bright light.
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