Had a dream about Uncle Joe last night. Me and him were cruising on Hollywood Blvd. when we got pulled over by the LAPD. Uncle Joe, who was driving, said he couldn't afford to pay any more tickets and had decided to give up Mousie. I was completely shocked and did not know what to do. Deep down I wanted to call Mousie right away, but because I was in such shock, I felt like I couldn't do anything. We drove down to the police station where Uncle Joe told them everything about Mousie. The last thing I remember is Uncle Joe laughing with the police officers and high fiving them like a cocksucker.


"What is given, can be taken away. Everyone lies. Everyone dies." - Casey Anthony, in a poem, July 7, 2008