einjunge

i knew a puppy who walked from kentucky
i had a terrible dream this morning that my friend will was murdered. in the dream i stumbled upon his body, finding the fresh stab wound in his stomach. i didn't know what to do. the rest of the dream revolved around me trying to get things ready for his funeral & etc (a mr. t type character helped me box up all of will's things in his apartment). i was very upset when i awoke. i immediately called will on the phone; he was fine. the dream was very similar to one i had when i was 7 in which my older brother had died because of something i did. usually i only dream about flying and ninjas.

well partly because of my disturbing dream about will, i finally got around to posting the pictures from my visit to his place last month. here are some:


this is will doing what he does best.: smoking and writing.


after a long night...


bad hitler! i hate nazis.


will is gonna have fun sanding that off come moving day.

more in my february picture folder. none of my music nonsense this time 'round. i feel it should either be pictures or music ranting at the end of each entry, not both.