Johnny Cash: Don't Take Your Guns to Town

Let me tell you about the strangest dream I just woke up from. I was looking out the window of my parents’ old house before they redid their bedroom, only it was like I was looking out over Brooklyn or someplace much more urban. There was some little car, like a Festiva, doing jumps from building to building, until it fell into a swimming pool. Then the people who were in the car saw me watching them and started yelling at me and said they were going to come kick my ass. Then a bunch of other stuff happened, including my parents’ dog eating its own crap, and there was a package of moldy bread I went looking for a fresh biscuit in, and a con man dropping off packages, and then I heard this sex sound and I said really loud “Aw no, they’re fuckin’!” and I went outside and sure enough the two people from the car were having sex on the diving board. I went over to physically assault the guy and his girlfriend was like “HE’S A LAWYER YOU’RE GOING TO GET IN A LOT OF TROUBLE!” Then I woke up and thought I was covered by snakes.