- Bomb Texas for freedom -

Allen : So you’re thinking lots of people you met aren’t real.

Moi : Yeah more or less.

Allen : Like who?

Me : That red head at school, Sibs in sales, my entire trip to australia, an ex girlfriend, this job, and Kerouac’s grave.

Allen : Oh my lord.   So you’re saying I probably don’t exist either.

Me : Yeah, it’s sad I’m rather fond of you.   You make me laugh.

Allen : I exist!

Me : Prove it.

(punches me in the shoulder hard)

Me : That hurt! Christ the human mind is an amazing thing.

Allen : Ok prove the other’s don’t exist.

Me :

• The red head only calls me when it’s a full moon.  When we hang out it’s only me and her, and if there are other people around she’s in a secluded corner.  On top of that I have no real physical proof.  Plus how many times she was supposed to stop by for lunch and never showed?
• Have you ever met sibs?
• I have no photos, and nothing else  of australia.  If it wasn’t for the digideroo I would not have any proof that I knew anyone from there either.  Even the person I was there for doesn’t even remember me being there.  Besides don’t you think it’s rather “convenient” that it happens to be on the other side of the globe?  Does it really exist?

Allen : You have a digideroo?

Me : Zactly!

• Joanna disappeared entirely, and only my brain would invent a girlfriend just to dump me.
• Getting to that grave was too easy.  Plus I never did get the photos on my computer, why, what’s the delay?  Is it because I was never there and it would destroy me?
• And this job…  well I think I’m still suck at 83 maiden lane, and my brain made up something so I can just go through the motions.  Perhaps it’s actually still 2003 after all.

Allen : So CA doesn’t exist either then.  How do you explain that?

Me : Maybe I fell asleep watching a britcom or something, how the fuck am I supposed to know?  I’m just saying Allen, there is nothing I can do so why bother flipping out or some shit.  I’ll just go through the motions, until I can learn to control this dream.

Allen : Then what?

Me : You better get yourself fitted for a jester suit.