I was driving my car down Avon Street in Belmont, giving a taxi ride to some guy sitting in the back seat on the right. We're listening to the radio, and a Widespread Panic song comes on. I pull over to the side of the road and stop behind a parked car. Somehow I am now on the passenger side. I put my feet up on the dash and lean back as Widespread Panic starts to sing, "I've done so many bong hits/that I can't move."
"I love this song," says the guy in the back, "it was practically the anthem of the 70s."
"It might as well have been my anthem of the 70s," I reply, "considering how I acted in the 70s." I pause for a bit before speaking again, "Not that I want to go back to the 70s."
I've been writing down my dreams again lately, but they've been getting too long for the Facebook postings I've been doing. I figure, what the hell, create a blog. Two of the tags for each post are the day I wake up from the dream and what I had for dinner the night before.
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