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I'm walking to a café. The windows at the front are shattered, and are made of safety glass like on a car's windscreen. I step inside to get some lunch. The counters and stools at the front are also heavily damaged, yet people are eating at tables further back. I see some handwritten signs taped up at the front of the store. They say the store was hit by a drunk driver, he died in the accident, and good riddance. I take a seat and order a lunch which I appear to have cooked myself earlier that day. My dessert is spicy pumpkin bars. I have the recipe in front of me and look it over. A black kitten pounces on me and walks around on my shoulders, occasionally shoving its head into the hair at the nape of my neck. It's very annoying.
I take a bite of the pumpkin bar. It's good, but not great. I don't think I'll bother making this recipe again, or if I do, I'll increase the spices considerably.
A girl and her mother sit next to me. The girl looks at my lunch. "Mommy," she says. "We eat better food than she does. Her food is all frothy and white, but ours is heavy and brown and wholegrain. Her food will kill her."
Indignant, I tell her I also eat wholegrain food. The kitten continues shoving its head into my hair, and getting its tiny needle-sharp claws caught there, too.
"Yes, but unless that's all you eat, you're gonna get sick and die."
Tired of this, I pull the kitten out of my hair and plunk it down on the floor. I leave the shattered restaurant and go for a walk. I see f00. He's busily taking pictures of a bridge.
I head into the woods on a sidewalk lined by lush green grass and by a ditch filled with cattails and reeds. Up ahead in the ditch, I see five strange men. Three of them look like rednecks. They have mullets and moustaches, and they're wearing tight black jeans and leather jackets. The other two are very geeky-looking guys. One's fat and has a combover. The other is tall and thin and has taped-up eyeglasses. All of them are hopping around in the ditch like frogs. I pause to watch them. One of the mullet guys is very good at whatever it is he's doing. He hops, catches something in his mouth, spits it back out again, and everyone cheers "Huzzah!"
I look more closely. He's catching large green bullfrogs in his mouth, then regurgitating it back into the watery ditch. He does this over and over again, much to the delight of the other men. Then I wake up.
I take a bite of the pumpkin bar. It's good, but not great. I don't think I'll bother making this recipe again, or if I do, I'll increase the spices considerably.
A girl and her mother sit next to me. The girl looks at my lunch. "Mommy," she says. "We eat better food than she does. Her food is all frothy and white, but ours is heavy and brown and wholegrain. Her food will kill her."
Indignant, I tell her I also eat wholegrain food. The kitten continues shoving its head into my hair, and getting its tiny needle-sharp claws caught there, too.
"Yes, but unless that's all you eat, you're gonna get sick and die."
Tired of this, I pull the kitten out of my hair and plunk it down on the floor. I leave the shattered restaurant and go for a walk. I see f00. He's busily taking pictures of a bridge.
I head into the woods on a sidewalk lined by lush green grass and by a ditch filled with cattails and reeds. Up ahead in the ditch, I see five strange men. Three of them look like rednecks. They have mullets and moustaches, and they're wearing tight black jeans and leather jackets. The other two are very geeky-looking guys. One's fat and has a combover. The other is tall and thin and has taped-up eyeglasses. All of them are hopping around in the ditch like frogs. I pause to watch them. One of the mullet guys is very good at whatever it is he's doing. He hops, catches something in his mouth, spits it back out again, and everyone cheers "Huzzah!"
I look more closely. He's catching large green bullfrogs in his mouth, then regurgitating it back into the watery ditch. He does this over and over again, much to the delight of the other men. Then I wake up.
