Run on! Hey, hey, hey! (REDUX)

3.4.2018. (first published this week 2003)

I've been resisting writing rants about dreams I've had because a pal once told me that he was talking to someone and that person started talking about a dream she'd had and it pissed him off to no end. He didn't give a shit, he told me, what his friend's dream was about. Not one little shit. Well you know what? He don't got a computer anymore, so fuck him. Here ya go: Here's a rant about a dream I had last week. And if you're not careful, you might learn something before it's done. 

I had a dream that I was at work and I got up to get a cuppa coffee. I walked to the little kitchen down the hall and found the coffee carafe was fuckin' empty. (Big surprise: It's really hard to dump the used grinds, drop in a new filter and open a pre-measured coffee pouch. So hard that I'm sure it's beyond the capability of most of the fuckin' jerks here that also manage to litter and not flush.) So, as I am capable of making a freshy, I did. Then I waited for the sumbitch to brew. As it was nearing half-way, I hijacked the coffee: I deftly removed the carafe from the steamy stream and placed my cup beneath, then I filled my cup with the concentrated coffee in the carafe. Another slick move and the carafe was once again on the hotplate, beneath the drip. I've come to call this a "ballsy" coffee. It's got a full carafe's concentration of coffee in one cup. I perform this trick enough that I dream about it. 

So I walked back to my desk. I got a dozen or so steps down the hall and thought that my roommate might want a cup of coffee. He does enjoy a ballsy cup. I stopped, looked at my coffee cup and thought about it. Then I decided, "Fuck him." Right then, in the dream, I had a cerebral hemorrhage and died. I mean it. An artery blew up in my brain and I croaked. Instantly I was in hell and the devil said, "Hmm. Mebbe you should oughta gotten yr roommate a cup of that ballsy coffee." I thought, shit. Mebbe the old guy is right. That was a darn selfish thing of me to have done. Then, y'know, I romped around in hell and eventually woke up. 

So in REAL LIFE, the next day, I hijacked me a cup of ballsy coffee and hijacked one for my roommate. Set it down for him, he said, "thanks. Is it ballsy?" I said sure. Then I looked right at the camera and winked. 


Tonight - House of Shields (by request)
10 convenient paces from BART/MUNI.

"Get out of those wet clothes and into a dry Martini."


bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!