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I had a dream in which I was hanging out in a hotel with Raoul Duke and Dr. Gonzo. They ditched me.

Then I dreamed I was hanging out in the same hotel with my mother and father. They ditched me, too.

This is not about me.

Eat shit, Jaime Wasserman.

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'Ashy's Happy Thoughts':

Most of the people I meet are slow and stupid. Like this lady in the drugstore I had to dodge three times, stopping short, leaning, waving my hands, before she stopped stepping into my path. She never noticed me.

Except when they're driving cars. Then they're fast and stupid. I'm constantly seeing pedestrians nearly get run over by impatient drivers. I saw a lady sitting in her car, pretty much losing her shit because she was going to be late picking up her kid for karate practice, swearing into her phone.

The world doesn't want me in it. That's why it keeps taking away the things I like.

I may look more like Raoul Duke, but in my heart I feel closer to Dr. Gonzo. It's in my nature to make a spectacle of myself in public and leave a trail of destruction, fear and confusion behind.