and I are cruising in a tour bus
through Europe, driving towards Edge City
, no doubt. We stop and set up, play a set, and move on. It's always the same: Stop, Play, Move
, and we don't know where we are
. Occasionally we rock the ghanj
. I mention that I have a final at 11:30, and no one is concerned, me least of all. I dose off
And I wake up in a Winnebago, in Lawrence, on campus, with Terry Gilliam and the remainder of Monty Python. We all know I have a final in three hours, whick gives us just enough time for a road trip through England...
Driving as we are through post-war Europe, and we hear sirens. At this point I'm worried about the driver pulling over, but he obstructs the entire road. Eventually he comes to a stop, and the Nazi-Mobile comes to a stop behind us.
Here come the Germans
What do we do
? At that moment Monty Python
and I mobilize, and we prepare to fight them (head on) with our searing wit
. And of course they are no match, for we confuse them with words and befuddle them with absurd ideas
Time becomes important
'What time is it?' It is 10:30, with an hour to spare, but I'm worried on how I'm going to get back to...
My bed, where I wake up to my alarm clock blaring the fact that it is now 10:30, and I have a final in an hour (and just enough time for this node).