a pattern in static

I ate a sandwich before bed…

…and in my dream I was at a night club under a behemoth of a bridge, it was windy, it was dark and the parking lot was packed. It didn’t look like any kind of club I would go to in reality, I am a little more daring in my dreams I guess. So without a place to park I put the car in a perfectly dark spot in the corner surrounded by a chain linked fence. Kids were snorting lines from there car hoods and downing bottles of Mad Dog. I was accompanied by my kid sister and an old co-worker, an alcoholic, pale, skinny, white girl. Some time later I’m inside the club and I can’t hear anything and I realize my friend is gone. I step outside to see the club is being bombarded by intimidating angry black men, carrying a huge banner explaining who they were, “Neo Black Panthers”

these Panthers had no purpose, they just liked beating people, murder, intimidation. I felt the ensuing violence in the air. The wind was dead. All there was was fear. I ran to my car to find my friend passed out with vomit down her chest. Stevie’s gone missing and a mob of angry Panthers are probably ready to beat the shit out of me. I will never eat a sandwich before bed again.

I find myself back in the club, dreams never make sense. But I am hiding, in a room full of strung out kids watching a giant TV. I hate this building, I hate these kids. Then Im outside in the center of the mob, they bound my hands and wrap me in plastic along with a girl I’ve never seen, they throw me in a trunk and we drive. Even for reality this is the most terror I’ve ever felt. Its good to feel scared. The trunk opens and there he stands, his eyes darker than his skin. He hates that I exist and he says, “You’re going to be in here a long time.” Then he pours buckets of ice over the faceless girl and I. I panic. I tell myself that I am going to die. I feel the cold, I brace, I tell myself I will make it. I wake up. Fuck sandwiches.

That was last night, but the night before that I was in seat MMM 51 at the Verizon Amphitheater with two large beers in my hand and a blunt in my mouth banging my head to the cacophony of amazingness that was the Weenie Roast. Easily the best concert I’ve ever been to. If you’ve ever had that prolonged orgasm where your feet cramp up from the anticipation…it was like that. The climax being DJ AM and Travis jamming to Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody”. Silversun, Weezer, Jimmy Eat World, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Kings of Leon, Rancid…seriously…fuck. I don’t want to write more, that experience is mine. Ska Show friday, Dodger game Saturday. If I can only make it through 4 finals, 3 essays, 6 massive homework assignments and watch UP on the last day of the semester. Dear Summer, you aren’t ready for me.