My Autobiography would have to be titled, "Ask the Blind Man, He Saw It All."
As for dreams, well last night I dreamt the Barack Obama and his wife were trying to kill me. He kept chasing me with an axe and she kept trying to stab me with needles filled with something to slow down my heart rate. I kept breaking them before she could use them and the replacements kept getting bigger and bigger. In the end I shook their hand and said that he would make a great president.
The moral of the story is, do not eat Southwestern Marinaded steak with fried Yukon Gold potatoes and onions just before bedtime.
something filthy, strange and wonderful: my girlfriend woke me up from a sound sleep at 2am this morning. method she used? unzipping my pants and climbing on top.