my plane crash
I had a dream, last night, that Casey got me a job working with him at his new gig. I worked at a small desk pushed together with his and Uri’s. Our boss looked like Wilford Brimley, and knew it. He’d walk up to us and say, “What’s for breakfast?” I felt bad about ditching Pobox, but I guess I really wanted to work for Wilford Brimley.