Figure this one out
I had this weird dream the other night.
I was in Staten Island, I was with a group of people I barely knew. We were like refugees or something because we were trying to go home, everytime we made an attempt, or about to something would stop us. Finally the sun was about to come up, and I was exhausted and frustrated.
I called out, “God why won’t they let me sleep, why can’t I sleep, why won’t these bastards let me sleep?”
God to my shock he answered, and sent something down and took me to where I thought was heaven. It looked like someone’s basement apartment.
He made me go to another machine, and asks “My child are you ready to go home?”
I didn’t like it, so I asked “What do you mean?
God said “To heaven, that where you wanted to go right?”
I tell God, “Dude you don’t have to kill me, I just want to go to bed.”
“Oh” he says, “Well want to watch some cartoons since your here?”
“I’m cool,” I tell him.
“You might as well you, sell TV’s for a living don’t you?” he didn’t seem mad, just surprised. Maybe no one said no to watching cartoons with the big guy before.
“I play video games for a living now God.” I told him.
“Oh yeah, that’s right.” He mused.
That’s when I woke up, and I despertly needed something to drink.
