I'm in a grocery cart, being wheeled around by
Adam Duritz. He's humming
Private Archipelago.
He buys a
shrimp cocktail party platter.
He KNOWS I'm allergic to
shellfish.
I jump out and land in the chair I'm sitting in now. I hear my cat, from the bathroom.
I walk into the
bathroom, and I realize that the cat has taken the
nastiest shit possible for a 6 month old cat. It makes me want to
stab myself in the face.
Adam shows up, shrimp in hand, to make
amends.
I lock his
melodramatic ass in the bathroom with
the stench that could singe the nosehairs off a dead nun.