Life Goes On, and I Didn't Mean To Tear Up Your Painting.

Last night I was sitting up at the bar, doing some thinking. Nobody I really knew was there yet so I was just balancing the checkbook. Eventually, I started thinking about that retard from Life Goes On, the TV series about a family living and dealing with Downs Syndrome, starring Chris Burke as the central figure. The show was on from 1989 til 1993, and I remember being engrossed in it. I don't really know why. I also don't know how I somehow obtained a copy of Chris Burke's autobiography A Special Kind Of Hero but I did. If anyone wants to thumb through it, there's a copy at my parents house in my old bookcase. So anyways, when I got home I ran to the pc to check out Wikipedia, and I was happy to note that Chris Burke is living a normal life in New York. He fronts a folk band, which I have immediately started trying to book at NGT, and looks to be leading a pretty good life. Anyway, I guess I just wanted to share that with you...just in case you wanted to know.
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Last night I had a dream, where my whole family was in this mountain town. It was sort of like Las Vegas, so with that in mind maybe northern Nevada. Either way, my dad was driving me and Aimee and my brother and his wife around in a minivan, and eventually we hit this patch of ice and began sliding. It was weird because we weren't really moving very fast and there was no decline in the road, but we were just slowly slipping off the road. Eventually the van hit a sign and we all got out and walked. I saw this house where this huge party was going on, so we all went there to check it out. So my dad and I were walking around being introduced by people we didn't know to other people we didn't know, and we were all just laughing and having this great time. Well, I guess I started getting a little rambunctious, because I started climbing up this wall when nobody was around, and my foot slipped and I tore this painting up. Like, my foot tore the bottom part of the frame off which I was using as my perch to ready for the next step. I don't remember what I was climbing it for, but either way I eventually climbed back down. Then I passed out in a chair.
When I woke up, it was the next morning and the group of people who were at the party (I guess all of my family had left me) were cleaning up. I walked into the kitchen, and they all acted like I was some sort of just vagrant, kind of ignoring me. I was like, whatever, and started walking around to find a way out. As I was leaving I kept picking up pairs of sunglasses sporadically placed throughout the house thinking they were mine. Eventually I found the right pair, and also picked up a few of these strange looking jewels next to them. I was on my way into the next room and a group of them were gathered all looking up at this wall. I thought they were about to bust me for grabbing the jewels so I put them in my pocket. As I neared the group, the father of the family, this middle aged guy (kind of like the dad on Life Goes On) was on a ladder trying to repair the painting I had destroyed the previous night. They all looked at me dissappointed, like I had really let them all down. Then I woke up.
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So I guess last night was pretty eventful. The kid that played Corky is doing alright and I had a nice dream. Bonus. By the way, a really fast sketch of that painting I broke looks like this:





I'm pretty sure it's the bottom part of a tree. It was huge though. And it was like this tri-fold kind of deal.