1939 chevy master deluxe
i had a dream last night. usually don't remember them very well, but i guess this one happened right before i awoke.
a giant t-rex stomping down our street, casually chomping on the big round-topped trees, as if they were giant broccoli. and i was happy about it. along with the trees, the damn, noisy, now-wild parrots went with them.
what i want to know, is, who released the first couple of those things, rather unleashed them? all summer, the flock flys around uptown, squawking from sunrise to sunset. keeps me from sleeping in late, with the windows open on the hottest days.
i don't sleep well as it is. summer here is hell, with no air conditioning, but there are those fucking parrots.
guessing the t-rex came from a parody i watched on youtube. at least i didn't have to play the part of genarro in jurassic park, hiding in the bathroom stall.
maybe it's my reaction to some bad news i heard from a friend yesterday. the kind that sucks the big one, and you just want to strike back at the universe, for dealing a shit hand to good people.
now, in this scenario, who is the t-rex, and who are the parrots?
caught a fellow photog's car at the uptown show. should i be jealous of his ride, or should he be jealous of mine?
really, is there any comparison to a honda? nah, his is more photogenic. and a wee bit cleaner than mine.