a little while ago.
Me and Hue Hefner were out in a limo. I was showing him the mountains, he had never really took the time for nature. Then I took him to an old mountain lodge and he squeezed this pimply thing on his arm that had a fuse- it was really gross. But I decided to take him downstairs for some blackberry icecream- his treat of course.
We were eating and all of a sudden a burglar or something came to the window behind Hef, punched a hole in the glass and tazed the wall with something- this black thing- very loud. I screamed and ran- suddenly, I was running down the hall of my childhood home and ran to the tiny door (utility closet type of place) under the stairs and hid where I did when I was little.
I woke up very skeered.
What does it all mean?
