Um, I think you are mistaking some sort of Shadowrun based pulp cyber-sci-fantasy bullshit for an excellent Neil Stephenson novel, which, like, isn't really cyberpunky at all.
you wanna see a shitty group? check out the fridge. I just stopped cleaning it out and don't even really check it because all people say is "god! why isn't our shit deleted yet?!"
I just had the single most fucked up dream ever... starring, you.
check it.
I had to change planes in NYC on the way back from somewhere, and my connecting flight was cancelled so I rang you up to see if you were around because I was going to be in the city for anight.
You were driving around in this busted up yellow Jimmy with a chair bolted to the roof, shooting a sniper rifle at passing military planes .... so you were right near the airport.
You picked me up and we went back to your pad to ditch my suitcase.
we got inside and two cops show up. I think they might have gotten wise to the sniping, but instead they start accusing both of us of some car that got stolen - and I'm all... "what, dude I just got off a plane, here's my ticket to prove it and Z picked me up from the airport, we couldn't have"
Two girl-cops show up and they bust into your house and start searching ... aparently for a car?
So while I'm trying to explain things, one of the cops takes his clothes off and starts fuckin' with one of the girl cops in your bedroom, all the while yelling at us. Then one of the other dudes walks over like he's going to start doing the same to you.
He was fat.
so motherfucker throws you down on your bed and starts stripping down. Ignoring non-threatening me, so I notiice that one of the girl-cops isn't super okay with what's going on and tell here to get out of there and help us. She runs out the door, probably just to get away. So I pick up a piece of car-axle (apparently you're a mechanic and keep this sort of thing lying around) and whack your attacker over the back of the head.
He goes down, meanwhile the other cop had stopped fucking the girl and begun to piss in your sock drawer, while the remaining girl-cop was lighting some of your things on fire.
the pissing cop sees me whack the guy, and goes for his gun ... but he's naked. so you grab him and throw him head-first into the corner of the wall. You k now, with the metal ribbing. He's down, but not out. Get's up and finds his gun but he's on the ground so I kick him in the face.
I'd certainly say so ... I mean, I kicked him in the face.
It was SUCH a long dream, and there were so many details ... I just tried to type as many as I could before I forgot them ...
There was also all this BS at the airport, and the fact that you actually shot down a few planes with your sniper rifle, and ... more hassling from the cops. I can't remember all the shitty stuff they did... like pee in your drawer. There were other things. And they were doing that, "I'm going to announce everything I'm doing while I'm doing it as if I'm a professional wrestler," thing.
Wow, I just read that dream Al had. That's like, the best dream ever, counting every dream I've ever had, and that one my friend Will had where he shot J-Lo and Ben Afflek's baby for money, and then Ben Affleck was like, "... and here's the US senate!" and they all walked in through the front door of the restaurant were he shot the baby and they were wearing nametags and seersucker suits.
