Indecisive Peach

…that make me truly enjoy my job. I have no idea why it was in his papers, it just was. Don’t ask, just read.

Frank was a bit of a joker, and my quick googling tells me that this probably isn’t real; but damn, it’s a shame. I could imagine a spitfire like that. Hell, I’d want to grow up to be that.

I haven’t been sleeping well the last couple of nights. I’ve been having maddening dreams that don’t make a whole lot of sense. For example, in one I’m needing to find my Dad the perfect Carl’s Jr. burger, because he won’t let me buy him a $65 dollar burger. Concurrent with that, two people who seem to resemble Jay and Silent Bob and are for some reason traveling with us, shoot a happless video rental employee. My Dad and I leave them behind and get slightly chased by cops, who have the latest in police transportantion – a train the size of the Titanic, shiny, purple, and black.

I have a car. They have train. Therefore, slightly chased.

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