I woke this morning at 5:30 am from a disturbing dream in which I dropped Lily off unattended at the movies to see "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure" (why? All this George Carlin talk, maybe?) so that I could go and have sex with an older man who had a penis that looked like a Starbucks' straw. This illicit act took place in my childhood home, on the floor of my parents' living room.
I peeled out of the dream with the intensity of a runaway racecar, sat upright in bed, and fought the unyielding urge to scream and claw at my face.
I knew I should have turned on the air conditioner before I fell asleep.
The Blizzard of '17
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