Need sleep
Spent a couple hours last night reading “Marley and Me”. Before losing consciousness, that is. Got about halfway through, should finish the balance at lunchtime.
Anyway, the idea of a dog named after Bob Marley must have gotten to me, because I dreampt all got-damned night.
I dreampt I was an entrepreneur who opened the very first McDonalds in Jamaica. I got some tourist trade, and that was IT. I was about to go under, and Bob Marley walked in. There was a field of jamaican stupidweed growing behind the building, so I started handing out rolling papers, Bob Marley sang in the parking lot, and everyone got high. Business boomed. I couldn’t keep hamburger in the place. Forget fries. By the end of the second week I was having to have the national guard airlift potatos in.
The upshot is, I have this jammed in my head. I’ll be humming it during mass. And I feel like I worked all night long and need to go back to bed.
Great book. Great entertainer. I lost sleep over over the first but not the second.But I never got him stuck in my head.By the way, helluva dream, Og.
On another note, I had a great Siamese, lilac point, named Marley.What a talker he was.
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I never read dog stories. I stopped when I was about thirteen because they always end with the decline and death of the dog.
You’re missing a good book. Anyways, we all decline and die eventually. Our pets just go too soon.I work for veterinarians. I see a great deal of it.
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