I've been having this reacurring dream everyother night or so for the last month.
I'm working as a valet parking attendent in the parking garage downtown Missoula and I can't focus on my job because I'm busy talking on the phone with Rosanne Cash. Somehow or another we have become friends and I call her for advice. My sub conscience is actually giving me advice through Rosanne Cash. I literally wake up with the song "Seven Year Ache" in my head...
What the fuck?
I'm working as a valet parking attendent in the parking garage downtown Missoula and I can't focus on my job because I'm busy talking on the phone with Rosanne Cash. Somehow or another we have become friends and I call her for advice. My sub conscience is actually giving me advice through Rosanne Cash. I literally wake up with the song "Seven Year Ache" in my head...
What the fuck?
1 comment:
As your attorney, my advice to you is to start drinking heavily.
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