Flee (Long)

I was in my new apartment somewhere, and Genesee was with me. She was acting all weird, not talking to me and stuff, so I grabbed her cell phone and called the place where she took karate classes. Her instructor answered... he sounded like an old man, and accused me of playing games when I asked him if Genesee was there. I told him that she had lost her phone and I was just calling looking for her, and then he hung up on me.

Just as I hung up there was a knock on my door. It was the people that lived in the unit connected to mine, and they had come over to complain about Genesee's dog pooping on their grass. There were like 3 or 4 white-trash redneck type guys, all tattooed and pissed off. Without me knowing, they had tagged my house with all kinds of graffiti. They were yelling at Genesee, saying that they were gonna "get us" and we better watch our backs and stuff.

One guy had a black can of spraypaint in his hand still and started spraying more things on my apartment. I went over to him and knocked the can out of his hands, only to have him pick it up again and start spraying me with it. As soon as he started doing this I reached into my pocket, grabbed a pair of scissors, and stabbed him in the leg and twisted.

He fell to the ground screaming, Genesee ran away, and I went back into the house. Jim and Adam were now in there as well, hanging out upstairs. I told them what happened, and we went around to the house locking all the doors and windows, to make sure that the neighbors wouldn't be able to get it.

Some of Adam's friends pulled up in a blue car with those wing-type doors, so he went outside to go somewhere with them. I ran upstairs because I knew the neighbors would get in the house when Adam left, so I climbed out on the balcony attached to the computer room. There was a big white PVC type pipe going from the roof down to the ground, and I grabbed hold of it. I just wanted to hide outside until the neighbors left, but instead the pipe broke free and bent over all the way to the ground, where I let go and gently fell to the ground.

Adam and his friends were already on their way out of the complex, so I ran after them and jumped onto the side of the car and asked them to at least drive me as far as the corner so I could get away. They did, and when I hopped off at the corner of this busy intersection, I ran into Gwen Stefani, her twin sister, and one of the Olsen twins.

Gwen was kind of smirking as she walked and bobbed her head, because she could hear one of her songs playing in the background. I asked her what it was like to hear your own stuff on the radio, if she had gotten over the thrill yet, and her twin (not identical) sister answered that it was still neat. At this point the Olsen butted in about her career. Spewing something about how hard it is being an actor, and how it is hard for her to look into the camera and laugh. I asked her if she was going to do another album, and she said that it was too difficult and that it just wasn't her.

Right about then my cousin Jim showed up, pulling a pallet jack with John Cleese on it. They were at the top of a big hill on a very crowded street, but I figured I'd join them for my escape. I got on the back of the skid jack with John and we headed down the hill, trying to steer around the oncoming traffic, avoiding the potholes, and trying to turn the corners without falling off or skidding out of control.

As we made it to the bottom of the hill safely, we crashed into a parking lot of an abandoned gas station and laughed. Strangely, I was now back at the door to my apartment and it looked normal, nobody was around... it started raining so I ran inside. Kitty was upstairs in the computer room looking at the window, because the rain was coming down so hard it was coming through the window and getting all over my computer stuff. I shut that window and then went around to the rest of them, closing them to keep out the rain.

Random Weirdness

I was riding with Aunt Carol along some road in Columbus, but we were in a big passenger jet rather than a car. She was trying to find the airport so we could take off and fly somewhere, but she was having trouble navigating the streets due to the width of the plane.

I suggested that she go out to 270 and then down Hamilton in order to get to the airport, but she said there would be a problem with getting the wings underneath one of the overpasses before that intersection. She tried anyway, and as we turned onto Hamilton the right wing of the plane crushed against one of the light poles, bending backwards and then springing back into place after we made the turn.

We pulled up to the airport and stopped the plane, and when I got out I was mumbling "I'm not gonna fly in this plane... I'm not gonna fly in this plane..." because I had seen the damage that the wing had took, even though it went back into place and looked undamaged.

We got out of the plane and met a bunch of family in a large waiting area. Somehow I folded up the wings of the plane and compressed them into the body and then zipped up some covers that went over the area where the wings retracted. I remarked to someone there about what happened, but after that we never got back on the plane or even acted like we were going to fly anywhere.

In the waiting area, all of the family was milling around and talking to each other. Gary was there, cracking dumb jokes and stuff - which was odd, since Gary died a few weeks ago. I was surprised to see him, but everyone else was acting as if it was completely normal that he was there. Mom was off to the side of the area playing with Anna... they had a view-master picture reel viewer thing, and mom was trying to take pictures of people with it. A flash would go off from the front of the thing, but I explained to her that it wasn't a camera and that none of her pictures were going to turn out.