Lunatic Fringe

I sometimes dream in full movies, and I did last night so I gotta post it because it was cool and weird as hell, so here it goes... It was kinda like myself and some of my friends were vampire hunters, like John Carpenter's Vampires and I was James Woods only I looked the part. We were battling vampires at Sangertown Mall and doing well. The coolest part about the dream would had to have been whenever I was walking, that cool John Carpenter music followed me around. The one from his crappy escape movies but I had a cool snake Plisken vibe going, giving off cool one liners and such. The fights got bad and I lost my team in some pretty sad ways, mainly because we ran outta of gear (we only had holy water and wooden arrows). Tony for example was turned into a vampire in the arcade (I know the arcades gone but I remember what was good and pure) and I was forced to use the last of my holy water on him. John was trapped inside the Sicilian delight and didn't make it out. I was able t

That I'll get poison ivy or one of it's ilk. Because that's how I roll. It's not as bad as the storm of '99 if anybody can remember how freakishly bad I looked; so that's good, but in the meantime I want to alternately cry, break stuff, and finally and most tantalizing of my urges I like to take the large knife conveniently situated nearby and poke my skin where it itches. Soothing, yes but not nearly enough. I can say with much certainty that I came in contact with this lovely predicament while in the gorge with none other than the infamous Joe B, checking out a waterfalls spot that he enjoys. Hey, I enjoyed hanging out there too, even going so far as to tout the re-invigorating effect of the free ions in the air around waterfalls and mountains. But my tune is slightly different now, that spot sucks; I can still picture Joe with the shovel whacking at all the bushes he could swing at, I know well enough not to disturb poison ivy or sumac or oak (somebody else d

Here he is! That crazy bastard is in town, fresh off of foreign soils and North Carolina, which I believe was founded in the late 1800s by German Astronauts off the coast of Madison Square Garden. Forensic experts speculate that Waldo started drinking at roughly noon on Monday, his cousin and Timmy later confirmed that for me when they came to get me. So being the nice friend I am I got Waldo a shot, and we proceeded to Chrissie Ho's house in Ilion. Waldo was driving for some reason, and we stopped at DeJohns where Kyle told the cashier to fudge off about 8 times and then knocked some shit over he was going to steal. That's how he rolls broseph, and on we went to Chrissie's *shhhhhh alert* (Waldo may or may not have driven on a nearby lawn, that is purely speculation and if you ask me I'll deny it). Needless to say Waldo was stricken from driving for the rest of the evening. In the meantime Paul Grates and myself had a nice little couple of games of cards at Chrissies,