I dreamed I was riding in a truck with
John Rocker, and we were talking all normal. Then he starts spewing this
Dman style shit about
gays and
Jews -- (not that Dman is anti-semitic it's one of the few things I've never seen him accused of). I was a bit bemused by the vitrolity of his statements, but his refusal to use
ethnic slurs.
He'd say, "I know this Jew, good friend of mine, cheapest mf on the face of the earth." or "Gay men can't drive. They just aren't aggresive enough." He kept saying stupid shit that I can't believe came from my head.
Anyhoo, we get to the field (I guess we were going to the game), and instantly we're surrounded by protesters. Apparently, someone had bugged Rocker's truck, which was a Nissan oddly enough, and they were out for blood.
There was a bit of violence, and a hot Filipina chick grabbed me and pulled me out of the crowd. We head off to her place, and I'm sure it was just about to get fun, when my uncle came into my room and threw a cat on me.
I shoot awake with a cat's claws grabbing my chest, and realize that's as close to pussy as I'm going to get today.