i dreamed about having a baby boy, chubby and sweet smelling, gurgling and sticky, little white t-shirt and soft soft skin...he was green-eyed, he was mine.
i dreamed about a new kitten, a little red hellion on a lead but jumping like a monkey from refrigerator tops, down to the counter...he was on a mission, i'm not sure what...
i dreamed about humiliation in front of a graduating class. being laughed at by the school president, being laughed at by the professors and secretaries. i gathered up the folds of my torn dress and proceeded to take names. i grilled the president. the word lawyer always sobers people up...
i went to bed demanding respect. i'm a slippery little fucker. i'll play the game too. the difference between you and me is that i take notes. i remember everything that is said, my mind is a card catalog, an organized file cabinet, to stop your lies dead in their tracks...
so, i'll get to wardrobe to be part of the big film, but i'm telling you now, i'm using my own damned dialog, using my own words...