i've got gas.

and last night, a retarded kid from one of the churches my dad used to pastor was in my dream - and i was his brother.

and today - all day i might add - the cowlick in the back of my head has been allowed to sprawl freely, pointing here and there, declaring my freedom from responsibility like a flag unfurled in an aromatic breeze...

but employment looms on the horizon. will our hero succumb to the dark forces of functionality, or will he ride on his steed of laziness to his glorious victory - or demise? the dramatic conclusion when we bring you the next episode of

DUN DUN DUN

job hunting.

this loser never looked so good.