Last night I had a nightmare. I dreamed that I was out walking around my neighbourhood and ran into Kevin.
Some bullshit has gone down over the last couple of weeks and in the dream I decided I would get it sorted out. I asked, "How could you do this to me? Haven't you fucked me up enough?"
Sometimes he had a tone of voice that would make me feel so small. So small and stupid. In that tone of voice he replied, "I planned the whole thing! I planned the whole thing!" and he laughed and laughed and laughed at me.