...And another one
Had a really odd dream during a nap attack. (Like this is a surprise by now. :P) Apparently my mom was collaborating with me on a story, and neither of us had a clue how all this weird shit we'd put in would get resolved.
The story was really complex, but I only remember a few tidbits. The overall story wasn't a murder mystery, but there was a murder mystery in it somewhere. The protagonist was a cross-dressing man with falsies and all that, who called himself Connie. I think there'd originally been a female Connie, but she died (which may be where the murder mystery came in) and for some reason this guy had a record of everything she'd eaten, so he was buying the same kinds of food she used to eat.
The last thing that I remember happening in the story was that the male Connie had gotten drunk and passed out, and a woman (I think she was his boss) had to take him home. So here's all of Connie's friends loading him into her car, and his falsies come undone and they have to stick them in separately. The woman for some reason has several trash bags full of stuff in her back seat, and one character or another is commenting about how even though they're currently clean, they've been stained from other drunks she's transported who've puked on them.
The funny thing is, this sounds like something weird enough for me to actually write. :P
The story was really complex, but I only remember a few tidbits. The overall story wasn't a murder mystery, but there was a murder mystery in it somewhere. The protagonist was a cross-dressing man with falsies and all that, who called himself Connie. I think there'd originally been a female Connie, but she died (which may be where the murder mystery came in) and for some reason this guy had a record of everything she'd eaten, so he was buying the same kinds of food she used to eat.
The last thing that I remember happening in the story was that the male Connie had gotten drunk and passed out, and a woman (I think she was his boss) had to take him home. So here's all of Connie's friends loading him into her car, and his falsies come undone and they have to stick them in separately. The woman for some reason has several trash bags full of stuff in her back seat, and one character or another is commenting about how even though they're currently clean, they've been stained from other drunks she's transported who've puked on them.
The funny thing is, this sounds like something weird enough for me to actually write. :P