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buksoon
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No idea why, but Hap Scrap, just had a total nightmare about you!! (I think I do, actually. Will tell ya later.)
Okay, you and I were old friends from high school. But now you were in jail. Unjustly, but still. Everyone had lost touch with you.
I had to call and get your mailing address for some reason.
Your voice was chilling with all the hate in it. I felt really bad--you just moldering in jail for a crime you didn't commit. I decided to visit.
This was an awesome jail, as far as they go. You had your own room. You just had to keep the door open at all times. And you had a book case full of dog-eared, yellowed Louis L'amour's and Jackie Collins'es.
You were just laying on your bed... glowering. Asking me why I've come all of a sudden. I never even spoke to you in high school.
I said it was because you were such a stud I was intimidated. You didn't seem to believe that. You just kept sneering. Then you said: "Will you excuse me for a second?"
"Of course," I said. There was death in your eyes!!
You beckoned the warden to come escort you somewhere. While you were gone, your parents came sneaking around outside trying to get my attention. They were old and wraith-like. Yes, they were ... dead! It was the creepiest thing. They were dead but they were walking, holding hands, desperate for my attention. They needed to warn me.
I can't go on describing this dream--it was too scary and I'm afraid it will freak YOU out. Okay, pause for a second.
You were gone for a while, so I wanted to go check on you. I thought it was your subtle way of telling me to get lost (your social skills had kinda suffered after all the years in Solitary).
So I went to the warden. He said: "Happy Scrappy? You think you were just talking to Happy Scrappy? Happy Scrappy killed himself 3 years ago....."
That's when I woke up, all night-sweaty and heart-racy.
Okay, you and I were old friends from high school. But now you were in jail. Unjustly, but still. Everyone had lost touch with you.
I had to call and get your mailing address for some reason.
Your voice was chilling with all the hate in it. I felt really bad--you just moldering in jail for a crime you didn't commit. I decided to visit.
This was an awesome jail, as far as they go. You had your own room. You just had to keep the door open at all times. And you had a book case full of dog-eared, yellowed Louis L'amour's and Jackie Collins'es.
You were just laying on your bed... glowering. Asking me why I've come all of a sudden. I never even spoke to you in high school.
I said it was because you were such a stud I was intimidated. You didn't seem to believe that. You just kept sneering. Then you said: "Will you excuse me for a second?"
"Of course," I said. There was death in your eyes!!
You beckoned the warden to come escort you somewhere. While you were gone, your parents came sneaking around outside trying to get my attention. They were old and wraith-like. Yes, they were ... dead! It was the creepiest thing. They were dead but they were walking, holding hands, desperate for my attention. They needed to warn me.
I can't go on describing this dream--it was too scary and I'm afraid it will freak YOU out. Okay, pause for a second.
You were gone for a while, so I wanted to go check on you. I thought it was your subtle way of telling me to get lost (your social skills had kinda suffered after all the years in Solitary).
So I went to the warden. He said: "Happy Scrappy? You think you were just talking to Happy Scrappy? Happy Scrappy killed himself 3 years ago....."
That's when I woke up, all night-sweaty and heart-racy.