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last night i dreamt: that i was going to the movies and someone shot my backpack. i went on in to the independent film festival and one of my friends was handing out a manifesto that was wrapped in a cardboard box. it was filled with old comic books and drawings. I called the box a ghetto box and the manager took great offense. when i returned to the parking lot my car was stolen, but then i ran into two mechanics who had it in the back of their truck. they said that some kids had been killing people's backpacks and stealing their cars. each of their crimes were getting progessively more violent. i didn't really talk to the second mechanic and felt bad for it.
we went on the road to search for these kids but the road was like one of those river rampage rides that are at amusement parks and laurence fishburne was with us. we got off and were riding this creepy elevator and when we got to the last floor it was vacant and dark, then these cops burst out of nowhere and started shooting us, but we were bulletproof so we ran and played craps, then jerry lewis, a pit boss, called the cops again so everyone had to scramble, and i ran into a few friends of mine on the way out.



my sister is having a baby today.

and yesterday my little girl jojo got fixed.