Ok not really, but I just wanted to write that.

I've been really creative lately and haven't been releasing it so it's sorta coming out in bits here and there.

Anyway I fell out at 9pm last night..im not even sure what I was so tired about.

During this slumber I had this dream but it was weird. I was in a cab with this dude Adrian and we were about to pick up Teresa.

Let me Explain somethings first.

Adrian is one of the most stand up guys that I know that I don't actually hang out with. You know Carlito from "Carlito's Way?" Well thats who he would be...without the accent.

Anyway Adrian used to be my mananager but he was way cool. He understood that just because a company says something is policy doesn't mean it's the right thing to do and a lot of people don't understand that shit.

He was also cool as shit. We used to smoke up in his car and get into all sorts of heavy shit(religion, Gangstarr, women, movies, street code.) Actually a great story(ok if ur not a pothead it's going to be a crappy story so i'll tell you that right now.) Anyway one night I show up about 1/2 hour after closing and I got a bit of hydro..enough to roll a skimpy blunt..but it's dro so it would have done the job.

Adrian is like "I got you." He pulls out about the same amount of AZ(arizona bud..it's a sorta mid-high grade herb.) So we start walking down the hall to his car and then the fucking projectionist from upstairs comes down and figures what we're doing and pulls out the same amount of KB(kind bud-mid grade shit.)

Anyway we combined our three diff types of herb and to this day it rates as one of my best highs EVER. Then we watched The Last Samurai(it was the day before it came out..one of the perks of working at a movie theatre.) I remember just joking nonstop about how the last samauri was a fuckin white dude.

So yea I have tons of other stories about Adrian..but the bottom line is, he's a stand up dude.

So back to the dream. In the Dream, Adrian is my cabby and we're in New York City and we see Teresa with her dude loading bags of clothes into another cab. She says something and points back across the street to a bag on the ground. Her dude goes to pick it up and Adrian turns the corner, pulls up and Teresa gets in and we pull off with her dude just looking at us.

We get to a dock/ship and I give Adrian a fist full of money but he just gives it back and is like "It was the right thing to do." He pulls off and then the rest of the dream was Teresa and me doing romantic/stupid crap that I'm not going to get into detail with.

I don't think the dream means anything, but it was interesting. It also reminds me of how lucky I have been to know some people in my life. I wish I had kept in touch with Adrian. I'll probably never see him again, but I probably won't forget him either.

and man does that sound gay.