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For the first time in a good while, a true what-were-those-mushrooms-I-ate-last-night dream.
Two of my
IRC buddies were chasing me and a third IRC
friend inside a big
warehouse. I'm not sure what we had done to them, but it was obvious this was a serious
situation and we were running for our lives.
We
locked ourselves in a little
room and started to find a way out. I discovered a tiny
window and proceeded to
break it and pick away all the pieces of
glass so we wouldn't
cut ourselves. I managed to
squeeze myself out to the
roof, but unfortunately my comrade was
caught.
The warehouse was facing a small
town square, with lots of people around. Figuring I was safe, I climbed down from the roof and started heading towards the edge of town.
Suddenly, one of the guys previously chasing us performed a
sneak attack on me, having
disguised himself as a
woman (!). He pinned me down, so I had to
kick him twice on the
balls to free myself.
I escaped to the
forests surrounding the town. After spending a while on
exile, I started to feel sorry about having to kick a friend of mine to the
nuts. Even when it was just
self defence. So, I decided to
return in order to
apologize.
While walking through a
parking lot, I met my
grandmother. She started asking me strange
questions about
drugs. While attempting to
answer her as best as I could, I spotted the friend I had
battled with walking by. I apologized to him about the
violence, but he assured me it wasn't a problem. Infact, he showed me a bunch of
singles he had recorded while I was away, one of them telling about the
incident between the
four of us. It had apparently been a
chart-topping
hit and earned him lots of
$$$. He laughed, saying I couldn't have any of it although I inspired the
lyrics.
Some friend, huh?
:)