I don't recommend actually reading this article, I didn't. I didn't read it because it scares me. I don't ever want to meet the author in a dark alley. Someone should keep an eye on him and make sure he's not killing little kids and putting them in his freezer or something. Grrrr....
Found this story on FoxNews. Two funny things that I thought of when I read this:
1. Imagine the scene in the hospital. "Rangel's pregnant wife and several circus pals — all of whom witnessed his fall — held vigil at his hospital bedside as he continued to undergo tests." I'd hate to have been in the bed next to them. Imagine waking up and seeing those silouettes through the curtain. I wonder how many people had heart attacks in the hospital that day.
2. "It was horrifying," Alter said. "There were thousands of kids in there. People were screaming." ... "They kept the music going and brought out the clowns," Burton said. Wow, that's the stuff that Stephan King has nightmares about. Way to screw up those kids on clowns permanently. As if clowns weren't scary enough by themselves, now they're the angels of death.
So, I quit smoking a week and a half ago or so... been using the patch seeing as it's the only thing that keeps my sanity intact. I've been having really screwed up dreams recently - though I blame it on the stress of no cigs rather than the patch as most people do.
Dream 1: Had a LONG and drawn out dream that afforded me little sleep the other night wherein my wife and I were getting a divorce because I found out she was cheating on me. The weirdest thing about it was that whenever I confronted her about it she would look like my first girlfriend (who did cheat on me a lot). We were going everywhere together since no one knew about it and it was a really, really uncomfortable time. Messed up.
Dream 2: Had a odd dream most likely brought on by the talk radio / pop music radio station that my wife has on the alarm where my ole buddy Culley was a member of Hootie and the Blowfish on their first album and was talking about it over and over trying to pick up a skanky hippie chick. The dream gets weirder as we're at some kind of firework show and while my buddy Corey is talking to some other hippie like guy about driving cross country, a big firework lands behind us and then goes off, burning the shit out of my back. The hippie guy that Corey was talking to was just like: "Nah, dude. Didn't burn me." Odd, odd, odd.