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    1. Shut the door, man.

      by , 02-01-2012 at 08:26 PM
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      Driving around with Ryan and Travis. We're parked then and there are annoying kids outside of the car and for some reason I take the wheel driving haphazardly around trying to break shit. At first Ryan and Travis are there then I'm driving alone. I make my way into a house I know they'll be at (Or I'm just sort of there). Jeremy is there. For some reason Ryan and Travis felt the need to make hot sauce concoctions and are then going to eat them plain. I begin making Jeremy and me some sort of french bread with cookie dough (spelled xooxie doug) spread and nutella spread. I remember tasting all the flavors and actually liking it. Then I wake up or lose the dream.

      Was with Pat getting ready for something and trying to cut my own hair. I messed up terribly and had to shave my whole head. I can still picture me with a shaved head and I've wondered what I would look like with one before not that it was. I remember I wasn't too bummed about it but Pat had some sort of miracle grow thing that made it grow back but it was too long. I cut it again but this time got it right.


      Skating in front of a building (in colorado) with a steep hill and a few spots around it. For some reason can't get comfortable on the board. Girl see's a condom and gets grossed out, I make the remark, "Oh a condom, never seen one of those before." Girl asks where I live. I say Omaha. "Thats why," She says. We begin a conversation about which place has worse places (Like ghetto's I think). We begin to skate again and I feel the need to go in somebodies yard. Suddenly I have my backpack. I find my laptop in this persons yard and begin to leave when I find four purple nintendo ds things in the front yard (one is on the front porch). I begin collecting them, but a small mexican girl comes up to a screen door, sees me, and shouts "Mama, the boy is opening the door (swinging door into the porch)" Large mexican man comes outs and speaks in a language I've never heard. I try to explain I was just retreiving my laptop as I walk away from the house (only exposing my right as the nintendo's and my backpack are in the left because I didn't have time to get the nintendo's stuffed in). At first the man says a few things and then starts repeating one thing. I get frustrated and yell, "What does that mean?". He gives me an odd look and says, "Shut the door, man." I wake up.