perfidy

I dunno, doc... I've been having these messed up dreams lately... I have this one where the Terminator dude is governer of Cahl-ee-for-ni-uh... that's how he says it, just like that: "Cahl-ee-for-ni-uh"... and a few years ago I hit my head really hard doing a keg stand and thought Jesse The Body was running, uh... Missouri or Mississippi or something. And I know it's crazy, but I read the papers and it's there, and I watch TV and it's there, and I know it's not real but I can't help it. I'm delusional, doc. And the pills aren't helping.

It's happening more these days, too, doc. Just this weekend I ate a bunch of oysters and slammed a bottle of Moet et Chandon and when I woke up I was sicker than dog puke and positive I'd heard that the bassist dude from Nirvana was campaigning for proportional representation in Washington State.

I mean, what the hell... Nirvana? In politics? I can't even imagine how that would look...

Can you help me? Because the way I feel I can't help but think this is actually a really, really good idea.