kissing

last night in my dream, i was sitting at a long table with a lot of other people. we were all talking and laughing and somehow the conversation turned to mullets.
well, billy ray cyrus was there, right behind me in fact. he still sports his mullet, so he lept to their defense. i brought up the point that at least his (now) wasn’t near as horrible as it was when he first became famous. the length of hair in the back kept him warm and having the hair short on top kept it out of his way. with each point i made he’d exclaim “yeah!” and wave his fist in support.
when the conversation reached it’s climax, he grabbed me by the shoulders, tilted me back in my chair and proceeded to kiss me in a most sloppy manner. i was more shocked than offended, and the cheering was quite distracting.
that’s when rick came barrelling out of the crowd, completely enraged that billy ray would do such a thing as *i* was *his*. he took my head in his hands, tilted it back and kissed me quite thoroughly.
later on that same evening, after the police photos which were given to my father didn’t show me smoking and the body they found behind the 62nd street station was taken to the morgue, i got a note from jason which said “hey… nice going. so do you want to shag again?”
this is what i get for thinking “gee, it’d be nice to do some smooching” before i go to bed.