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This has nothing to do with the Missouri thing but I figured y’all needed to see a cute puppy.
Had a dream where I was the a/v guy for some auditorium where bowie was playing a set of obscure older songs. I had to fix this really convoluted set up where all the boxes were hooked up incorrectly, but I did it. Then bowie was showing me certain steps he was going to take across the stage, and I had to do certain cues when he did them. I couldn’t really understand what he was saying but I nodded anyway. Then I introduced him. I don’t remember any of the speech except the end: ‘david bowie is class. Ladies and gentlemen, david bowie.” Then he was signing all these songs that made no sense but the sound was very low so I had to fix another box which made the sound really loud and some supervisor guy told me to turn it down.
This made me remember the dream I had last night. Still on lockdown, but I was hanging out with David Bowie. He had this big boat out on a harbor, sort of like in Sydney but not quite. Had this big red neon sign on the boat- you could see it from space- that said HOPE FLOATS in all caps. I had to move out somewhere in the country, so I shyly asked Mr. Bowie if I could have his phone number. I said "I won't abuse it, and I certainly won't give it to anyone else. It'll just make things seems like they're still ok." He said the numbers (three sets of four digits) and I tried to write them down, but in that dreamlike way I kept writing the wrong numbers. Writing the wrongs, get it? Anyway, I finally got the correct number down, and as I walked away, I looked back, and he was just grinning at me. Just like this benign god.
Any adult that would watch this without kids is either high, stupid, or trapped in a 1984-esque quarantine lockdown that we might never get out of so please someone help me.
Back when I first moved to L.A., I had a job where I was off at 3 pm. I had no responsibilities other than making sure I didn't kill anybody or myself, so my go-to chill out was to pop this album on, drink two Sapporo Blacks (you could still get it at TJs back then) and do a bong rip. Man, I miss those simpler times.
I don’t normally feel much different when a celebrity passes away as when a ‘normal’ person does, but this one really hit me hard. I love Kenny Rogers.
I went to the gym today (yeah, I know, I wore gloves) and the amount of people not washing hands, sterilizing equipment, or doing anything that looks like they think there’s an epidemic on was pretty staggering.
Knowing him, when the screenplay is done it’ll be called A Werewolf’s Guide to the Sailing Business, and it’ll be about his misadventures on a Japanese chain gang with a score comprised only of bells, strings and woodwinds.
I’m very glad that she won all those awards, because going by history, it means that she’ll be going away soon, and I find her talentless and insufferable. Don’t give me shit about how she’s only 18. I don’t fucking care.
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