"The Most Crooked Sons of Bitches You'll Ever Likely Come Across"
My first night sleeping in my own bed since last Tuesday, and I dream up this.
Since I don't remember how it started or anything really, we'll skip to the part where I venture into this attic type thing to explore what's there. This is set shortly before or during my senior year of college, I guess, because I'm thinking about graduation and what to do afterward. Anyway, while there I take a look at these picture books that are all about education and Chow Chow dogs.
Accidentally knocking over one of the bookshelves aside, I get to meet Al Gore, who for some reason has known me all my school career. I know this because he hands me a makeshift book I made in first grade and tells me to go after my dream with everything I have. He then offers me my choice of picture book. I decide on the first one I'd picked up because I wasn't sure and then I find that each one comes with a complimentary Chow Chow. No matter how I try to refuse, Al is having none of it and tells me that the one I've chosen is a great, reliable companion that I will find most useful.
Walking home and trying to figure out how to tell my mother that I inadvertently got a dog, who at the moment is shut up inside a duffel bag somehow, the apocalypse starts. No, I'm serious. There's panic in the streets of Great American City which has components of all American cities I've ever visited mashed together like something Dr. Frankenstein would come up with if he'd majored in Urban Planning rather than biology.
Somehow I do meet up with my mother and sister, who want to try and get to this shelter my dad found and secured a place for all of us in. In my haste to escape the explosions and rampant mobs, I completely forget about the Chow and just flee. While we're crossing this odd looking version of Brooklyn Bridge to some place that's decidedly not Brooklyn, I decide to let him out and he ends up defending us against a looter or something.
At that point my mother is hard pressed to bitch about him and he gets to accompany us. Turns out he's already fully trained and entirely obedient to me, and really good at things like protecting us and finding food. Jaime asks what his name is and I sheepishly admit he doesn't have one, so she just starts calling him Teddy and it sticks.
We continue our post apocalyptic adventures, with me musing that now I don't have to worry so much about my future career, and then I woke up.
No more late night potato chips?
Since I don't remember how it started or anything really, we'll skip to the part where I venture into this attic type thing to explore what's there. This is set shortly before or during my senior year of college, I guess, because I'm thinking about graduation and what to do afterward. Anyway, while there I take a look at these picture books that are all about education and Chow Chow dogs.
Accidentally knocking over one of the bookshelves aside, I get to meet Al Gore, who for some reason has known me all my school career. I know this because he hands me a makeshift book I made in first grade and tells me to go after my dream with everything I have. He then offers me my choice of picture book. I decide on the first one I'd picked up because I wasn't sure and then I find that each one comes with a complimentary Chow Chow. No matter how I try to refuse, Al is having none of it and tells me that the one I've chosen is a great, reliable companion that I will find most useful.
Walking home and trying to figure out how to tell my mother that I inadvertently got a dog, who at the moment is shut up inside a duffel bag somehow, the apocalypse starts. No, I'm serious. There's panic in the streets of Great American City which has components of all American cities I've ever visited mashed together like something Dr. Frankenstein would come up with if he'd majored in Urban Planning rather than biology.
Somehow I do meet up with my mother and sister, who want to try and get to this shelter my dad found and secured a place for all of us in. In my haste to escape the explosions and rampant mobs, I completely forget about the Chow and just flee. While we're crossing this odd looking version of Brooklyn Bridge to some place that's decidedly not Brooklyn, I decide to let him out and he ends up defending us against a looter or something.
At that point my mother is hard pressed to bitch about him and he gets to accompany us. Turns out he's already fully trained and entirely obedient to me, and really good at things like protecting us and finding food. Jaime asks what his name is and I sheepishly admit he doesn't have one, so she just starts calling him Teddy and it sticks.
We continue our post apocalyptic adventures, with me musing that now I don't have to worry so much about my future career, and then I woke up.
No more late night potato chips?