Guys: remember when I had that Paris Hilton dream that got me all nutted up?
Okay, so it was just yesterday but I had to refresh your memory…yeah, well in the dream she was cryin’ like a runaway slave and she was trying to get on a train. The ticket agent was Beah Richards (she’s passed on to her great reward) and I was in the company of Marlon Brando, who hogged the blanket. We were in a sleeper.
ANYWAY, the thing is that she was bawling (Paris) and we were all ignoring her, so she couldn’t get a ticket for the train.
What does all this MEAN, Amazing Larry? I don’t know. Just wanted to share. I happen to think that G-d really loves effin’ with me. He gives me clairvoyance but never at the right time. I would love to predict the winning lottery numbers a good deal sooner than seconds before they are drawn. A gift? A curse? You decide.
This Paris Hilton stuff is funny as hell, though. Wonder if I’m gonna be in a porno.
Hmm. Gosh I hope not. That night vision stuff creeps me out.
Back to craigslist. Nothing interesting, by the way. Gonna have to start casting my net out of state.
More on this story as it develops.