Geezo I woke up at 4:00AM, my usual, but I was dreaming I was in Mexico trying to buy drugs. Oddly, I was walking, and holding a hammer. I have never been to Mexico, but my dreams think it's hot, dry, and dusty like an old Clint Eastwood movie.
The Mexico of my dreams is strangely devoid of people, except of course, the girl behind the drug counter at the pharmacy who kept saying, "no comprendo."
Even my dreams piss me off.
I have one pill left.
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