xmt

last night i was smuggling powder through an airport.
i was wearing a tshirt with a bomb printed on it.
it drew more attention that i would have liked.
i was chased by a security guard that looked like a 14 year old phillipino boy who had been my manager once.
i ran to an impossibly long flight of stairs and slid the whole way down the rail.
i turned to see the guard do the same but he was straddling the bar.
he was going really fast and planted his feet.
he landed on his face.
the sound was disgusting and there was grey matter on the pavement and body fluids i've never seen.
i tried to run away, but i called for help,
because apparently that's the kinda guy i am.

if i believe in past/future lives, i suspect i may have been/ will be, a small time drug runner.
i have dreams about it fairly regular, and it has never been apart of my waking life, so i dunno where it comes from.