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Tuesday, April 1st, 2003

Subject: something i heard today Time: 1:39 am. Mood: hot. Music: POTATO.

Setting: Tios Mexican Restaurant A fratboy says to his friend, "Hey, Hard On, get me some hot sauce!" And I think to myself - If it's going to be that kind of a party, I'm going to stick my dick in the mashed potatoes.

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Subject: real things happen in unreal places Time: 2:26 am.

zillah and I go to Toronto in search of hip urban wear and fresh art exhibits. We arrive at our hotel and I find that I have actually packed my full-size cello. Even though the plan was to stay only two days, I couldn't bare to be without my primary instrument. I decide to join a local orchestra and participate in the rehearsals. Once the two days are up, we leave and I quit the orchestra. A cab picks us up from the hotel, with no predetermined destination in mind. During the ride, I realize that I forgot my cello. (This is funny because just about two years ago, Yo-Yo Ma accidentally left his million dollar cello in the back of a New York City cab) Heather mentions that it was not in the hotel room when we left and that it must be in the orchestra recital hall where I used to practice. Just then, the cab driver turns into one of those 10 year old boys from the movies. You know the type. They think they are super smart and that they know everything, like how to drive a car. The road soon turns into a highway but the scenery of the city is still there. Cars are entering the highway on our right and Heather tells the driver that even though we just passed the recital hall, which is actually now a High School, we should not turn where it says "DO NOT ENTER". So we do; a sharp right turn and we're face to face with a vehicle and about to have a head on collision. Suddenly, everything turns black. I guess at this point I am unconscious. When I come to, I find myself chained, hanging from the ceiling of a temple (not the temple. just a temple). 3 other individuals whom I had never met before are in my same predicament. We are attached to an evil woman with long hair and a devilish grin, complete with high pitched screaming, rotating on the ceiling so that we are spinning around like a merry go round. It makes us dizzy and I would have to say that this is a very traumatic point in the dream (captivity, torture, etc.) Eventually, somehow, we get free and I have a chance to talk to the other victims: "Hi. Who are you?" "We are real people", they say. "Oh", I respond, "Good. That's really good." We walk outside of the temple, which now looks like a large warehouse. (one hell of a Detroit party or something) There are some seedy characters outside that solicit us with phrases I can't remember. I ask the real people, "Who are they?" The real ones say, "They're not really there". We walk right passed them and no harm comes to us, however, we do get lost and somehow end up back at the temple. Then we go through the same bondage, merry go round thing until we escape yet again. We see the same shady characters soliciting us but this time I walk right into them. Suddenly, the character is the one on the ceiling and I am facing the back of his neck. The others that are chained to him are spinning around but he is not moving this time. I beat him profusely with the chain I am attached to, about 50 times. Bruises show up but he does not seem phased. He turns around and hisses at me and I fall to the ground. When I reach the ground, the same evil woman is lying on a couch, only now she is wearing a cowboy hat. My friend, Jorin, is there. It appears to be getting late so Jorin asks if he can sleep on the couch that the evil girl is sitting in. She speaks to him in a British accent. Yes, my dear and I hope you do appreciate your accommodations more than the last time. Yes, Jorin says, "Last time I had to sleep on the rancid carpet". I look down to the floor and realize it is completely covered with dirty carpeting. I notice that I am not alone on the couch. The "real people" are trying to stay on the couch while the cushions haphazardly slip off and fall onto the rancid carpet. Once again, we escape (not sure how) and this time we manage to find a police station. We tell the cops that we are being held prisoner in a building that looks like a warehouse from the outside and a temple from the inside. The cops listen to our descriptions and conclude, "Well, if they're giving you shelter, and treating you like guests, then there's nothing we can really do. I mean, you don't have any money. How much better off are you going to get? As long as you avoid the rancid carpet, you should be fine."

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Subject: back on the drink: table for 1 Time: 7:07 pm.

well, I've got the post immedia blues so bad it hurts. I rationalize that my sudden depression is due to an immediate (yes: pun intended) loss of immedia. Opening weekend is history. Josh and Sue have flown back to San Francisco, Naoism hopped on a plane back to Tucson, Dekam moved back with his parents, Adult went back to C-Pop, but most importantly, yajma hopped a bus back to the Rapids with delerium. And where am I? The University of Michigan, studying Superbowl advertising. What the fuck am I doing? I've never been more ready to graduate.

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