To Will

So, the wildabeast that ate your arm off in your dream crept into my world and crawled up my nose. Picture this: me, you, Amber, Danny and the lady that works at the Starbucks all sitting on a hot southern day at an Asian flea market building houses with chopsticks. A spider, godzilla size mind you, crawls up my nose. I'm freaking out. You and fellow dream participants don't care. So in my attempt for survival I stick a chopstick up my nose and pull out only half the body. Suddenly, a nearby ski instructor (at the southern Asian flea market?) informs me that if I chug 2 PBR's quickly that it will drown out the possibility of the eggs to attach to any olfactory epithiletham glands and hatch. So of course a beer fridge suddenly appears and I grab 2 of my favorites and funnel them. And it is not until this point you guys finally pay attention to my pain, and even then, only to tell me I'm being a bad witness to the Asian children. Man. What a night. Happy Valentines to me.