Saturday, April 23, 2011

I'm carrying a large stuffed lizard toy trying to find my way somewhere. In a school yard, a kid points me to a door and I go through it into a political skate shop. One of the owners points out that my toy looks exactly like the ones they sell. I actually noticed it before they told me and tell them I had it when I came in. As we're talking, I hear what sounds like rapid gunfire from below. We go out back & onto a 2nd story and see men shooting submachine guns & automatic rifles into a small shack. Two other men are walking about behind the shack, dangerously close to the hail of bullets. I comment that where I shoot, they would have my ass for shooting that recklessly.

...something about zombies...

...something about getting to/through Chinatown.


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