oh my god! I have no idea why this band named themselves after a town in Texas, and I don't understand quite why they're spelling it wrong, but oh my lord!, do I love it ever! You know, I know I'm preaching to the choir because I'm sure all of y'all have already been listening to this band til youl turned blue in the faces. You sons of bitches! How come nobody ever illuminates me to anything cool anymore. I mean, I'm not that old, geez louise. I just wish somebody would've turned me onto it before. I feel like before discovering this band, I was just wasting my time being alive. Now, it all makes sense. I've remained alive this whole time just to listen to it over and over and get drunk by myself on work nights. I think headphones have been the number one contributor to my lonerness and my subsequent dumb, but mildly amusing bulletins. Last night, I had this dream. I was at UT, and there was a bunch of people all around me and I accidentally punched this prep guy in the face and he got mad; then we got in a fight and I kept punching him in the face until he was unconscious and then all his friends were going to beat me up, but I flew up on top of a moon tower, and they followed me up there and I got scared, so I was grabbing them and throwing them off, intending to kill them and all, but still, it was so gruesome. When each one would fall, he would land right on his head and it would splatter, and you could hear the bones of his neck crunching from the impact. Some doubled over backwards. I kept on flying around, and hanging out in different spots in Austin. And I was having sex with this girl. She was friends with them. I was suggesting we could go to this bar and drink some beers. "None of them will be there," I told her. We were flying down Guadalupe. She said she didn't have an ID. "Well, how old are you anyway?" "I'm 15." "Well, that's legal in some countries isn't it?" And that's when I finally got so scared, I woke up. You see, I have this nasty habit of taking Benadryl around 8 on a work night, and what ends up happening is I sleep for 11 hours. I don't know why I said it was nasty. I love it because I have so many dreams. I fly in almost all of them. You know what concerns me though. All of my dreams take place in Texas and Mexico. Nothing takes place in California. I moved to California when I was 22-years-old, so I've lived here almost a third of my life, but none of my dreams take place here. It makes me wonder if something died in me when I moved here.