Welcome back to the basement yard. It is Monday, May 16th. I said that really fast. It's Monday, May 16th solid Monday today. Okay. Whether it was kind of nice. Thank God.

I went for a bike ride with my friend and we didn't really know where the fuck we were going. He's like, let's go to city field. Let's where the meds play. So I was like, yeah, fuck it. Let's just go. Which is kind of far. It's like, uh, I don't know, five miles.

Whatever, but we went there. And when we got there, we're like, all right, I'm not tired at all. Let's go to Flushing Metal Park, which is another three miles away or something like that. So we go there. And we're just kind of driving around.

And we come across a mini golf course. And I'm like, oh, all right. And they had beer, which was sick because I'm not going to mini golf sober.

Even though I was sober, I only had like two beers, which is, you know, nothing. But I actually asked the guy, I was like, can we drink and play?

And I felt weird because there was like this guy behind me with his two kids, like, oh, yeah, we're going to play mini golf. And I'm over here with my friend like, can we get hammered and Vokie and play?

And he's like, yeah, you can. You piece of shit. So he, I, we bought some beers. And we played 18 holes. And I won. I came out victorious. I think I won by six strokes, which by the way, back to back performances for me.

This time I won by six strokes. The last time I played a couple of weeks ago, like a month ago, I won by like seven strokes. I'm on fucking fire is what I'm saying right now.

All right. Absolute fire.

But yeah, that's what happens.

I just posted on fucking Twitter in my Instagram about this thing. So listen, let me just explain what happened a couple of days ago, I had a dream. And I never remember my dreams.

Like people have vivid dreams. And they could talk. They could tell you every detail or whatever. I don't even know if I, like if I dream, I just fucking forget. Like I don't know, or I just don't dream at all.

I don't really know what that says about me as a person. Maybe I'm a piece of shit. I don't really know. But whenever I have a dream, or like if I have a dream, it's like me doing something that's not cool.

Like it's just like, oh, I was at your house. And we were watching television. It was sick. Like those are my dreams. Like people like, I got fucked by a goose that had dragon wings.

And then my dead grandma was there. And she was telling me all kinds of shit. And I, I'm just, you know, wild. I don't have any of that happen. You know what I mean? I just, it's like me hanging out or whatever.

Or like I get into like a little fight with someone and I try to throw a punch. And I can't. Why is that always in dream as bullshit?

I don't know what it is because like I know that happens to a lot of people because I have had people say this to me like, you ever dream where you can't throw a punch or you can't run away. And I'm like, yeah, but like what the fuck why?

Like what is that?

It's so weird. Every time I get to a fight in a dream, I'm like, all it's on. And I throw a right hook and it's flying at like two miles an hour.

And this guy just moves out of the way. Duffs me in the face. Duffs me in the face. Is that a saying? Anyway.

But yeah, I got completely off track guys. I just talked for two minutes about shit that had nothing to do with the story that I started. Anyway, ADD is at a control.

At a control here. But then again, I am talking to myself. So that's where I'm going to do. I'm going to fucking go nine different ways. Anyway, the other day I had a dream.

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