hangovers are the worst, I swear. Feels
like your head is just trying to melt from the inside out.
Any slight movement causes literal ripples from left to right. Still, it does pass the time rather nicely, as I didn't wake
up until 2 in the afternoon. I
always have weird dreams when drunk.
It's probably why I drink as much as I do.
And last night, I dreamed I was signing up for stripper school.
And nobody blinked twice about it.
Everybody thought it was a great idea.
Professionals were gonna teach me the intricate art of the
lapdance. And they wouldn't
take just anyone. You had
to be considered worthy.
So I go to the
school, which was in some building off the Sunset Strip, and it looked
like it was adjoining some seedy motel parking lot.
And the owner was some hardass who looked me up and down.
And if this was real life, I would be highly offended (if this
was real life, I wouldn't be auditioning for stripper school in the
first place) but it was a dream, and I just stood there, giving him as
much attitude as he was giving me, knowing that this would be the best
way to get in. No fear.
At one point some stripper teachers come in with some problems
that they have to talk to the owner about.
And I take the opportunity to prove how unafraid I am and doff
every single stitch of clothing I have on.
And I'm standing in the classroom naked, unafraid, almost
overwhelming feeling of This Is What I Have.
You Know It's Worth Something.