I dream that I'm walking through the door into my room, my best friend,
Nick Robbins is standing in front of me, I don't expect him, he shouldn't be at my
house, in
my dream. So I
jump half-way out of my
skin, scared
shitless.
I notice that he is wearing a
black polyester shirt with thin white
pin-stripes that my friend
Rhys Gaetano gave to me. The shirt doesn't fit me, so I don't really wear it much, but if it did fit me, I'd
wear it all the time, because it is very snazzy
looking.
So I don't know what the shit
Nick is doing there, but I know he shouldn't be there.
Inside my room, there is a CD on, it's playing
Murder City Devils a loud, punk-ish band, with lots of
organ music involved in it, they are singing
loud.
I remember recognizing the
song:
"
I don't know what city I'm in, but there's nowhere I'd rather be."