sreeeeep

In the midst of an incredibly aggressive alien attack, when all hope is lost, I do a few things.

1) I kiss my grandmother goodbye, I'm clearly never going to see her again.

2) I take some pictures of these incredibly crazy space ships that are destroying everything in sight.

3) I remain (incredibly unreasonably) calm

4) I call a few people and tell them they were cool.

5) I call more than that and tell them they sucked.

6) I proceed to buy a rattlesnake, and name him buffersford waffles. He comes already trained do to cool little snake tricks. I put him in my pocket where he happily hangs out.

7) There are a shitload of people playing drums. I think this might have been the influence of the music store that opens early on Sundays that I live directly above.

Everything remains 'all good.'

Dreams are rad.