February 27, 2001
Ashcroft sends the shit my way
I was in some compartment (truck or tractor cab?) with Grandpa and two women. One woman (sort of Marlo Thomas-ish) opened the window and "let the air in like old times." Somehow I ended up driving Grandpa and Matt in a pick-up, and we were at an intersection much like that of US-50 and Hutchinson's airport road. Grandpa was talking about close calls, and I made it across the highway with one close call that wasn't terribly close. Then Matt and I were in a room outside Puff Daddy's courtroom. Matt was eating these slate blue caps (like you might use in a toy gun). "Does Puff know you're eating his candy?" I asked Matt, then Matt told me that "what this really is about is state's rights."
Then I was in a lawyer's office writing "Ahcroft" (I knew it was Ashcroft, but was purposely spelling it wrong--I don't know why) painfully slow in D'nealian cursive. Every letter had to be just perfect, and I traced letters over and over. Then I went into the bathroom to take a shower. When I turned on the water, warm water came out initially. Luckily, I wasn't in the bathtub when the excrement came out. It was like someone flushed and it went directly into my bathtub instead of the sewer. Somehow I knew Attorney General John Ashcroft was behind this attack. Rather than deal with it, I woke up.