Tuesday Afternoon


I had a weird dream the other night just like most nights because I’m taking some pretty good meds (all legally of course) but this was a weird one.

I dreamed that I was at a hotel for a Home Depot conference and I accidentally killed two “made guys” that a hitman was supposed to kill. The hitman turned out to be Abe Vigoda and now he had to cover himself with a good alibi by making sure that I had a good alibi because the police were investigating two missing “made guys“. All that I remember after that was we disposed of the bodies in two plastic 55 gallon water drums and chucked them down an elevator shaft so they couldn’t find the bodies.

I didn’t say that the above made any sense. It would make for a good movie plot tho, huh?