it's happenning again.
i am dreaming about living on tour
when i get home
(am i ever even home?)

so freaky.
so real.
i was sure max was pissed at me about something
(we probably had a thing for the same girl)
garth took my oneee and wouldn't give it back.
somebody even said
"stop telling me i'm wrong!"
and we went through the whole
it's all about hearing each other and listening and raising each other up speech.
eating quesadillas at a booth near the bar.
you know when i knew it was a dream?
in the morning
ginaz and her friends from pittsburgh needed a ride home.
til then i was as hoodwinked as the next slumberer.
er, anyway
this reminds me of the dreams i had in jenny's bed
always travelling, always movin on.
oh. i guess that's where i got it from.

spank you,
dr. yama bjaikowitz