I had the weirdest dream last night that I was in a Dr. Suess type house with overhanging add-ons and strangely painted rooms when my friend Carl came in and told me I had to move my car.
He handed me a set of keys and I walked outside to see a garish, green sport truck. I hated it, but I got in and drove over to Dave Grohl’s house and we made jokes on a Speak n’ Spell in an alien language.
I MUST be crazy.
