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As a kid, I imagined lots of different scenarios for my life. I would be an astronaut. Maybe a cartoonist. A famous explorer or rock star. Never once did I see myself standing under the window of a house belonging to some druggie named Carbine, waiting for his yard gnome to steal his stash so I could get a cab back to a cheap motel where my friend, a neurotic, death-obsessed dwarf, was waiting for me so we could get on the road to an undefined place and a mysterious Dr. X, who would cure me of mad cow disease and stop a band of dark energy from destroying the universe.
Topics
- Gnome
- Neurotic
- Rocks
- Cows
- Druggies
- Different
- My Friends
- Band
- Explorers
- Dwarfs
- Stars
- Scenarios
- Destroying
- Universe
- Mad
- Waiting
- Stealing
- Mad Cow Disease
- Cartoonist
- Drs
- Yards
- Disease
- Cures
- Window
- Motels
- Dark Energy
- Undefined
- Energy
- Dark
- House
- Astronaut
- Standing
- Cab
- Would Be
- Dwarves
- Belonging
- Mysterious
- Kids
- Rock Star
- Obsessed