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Okay, I was back at the ol' Homestead back in Nassau, and my parents were renting to an African guy who wanted to kill me. I happened to walk past his room and say to his large and threat'ning group of friends that since he was a devotee of Odin and I was born on a Wednesday*, the conflict between us meant nothing, in a cosmic sense.
I scarpered off to my parents and told them that their lodger wanted to kill me on religious grounds. They decided to tape a really long pencil to a broomstick, to carry around at all times for defense. Instead of asking why they didn't call the police, kick the guy out, or both, my only objection was to him using masking tape instead of duct tape.
And then I woke up.
*Even watching the dream from third person, I thought "wait a minute! It was actually a Thursday! My birthday this year wasn't even on a Wednesday! And Wednesday is named after Odin! We're both patrons of the same god!".
Also, I'm 25 now.
I scarpered off to my parents and told them that their lodger wanted to kill me on religious grounds. They decided to tape a really long pencil to a broomstick, to carry around at all times for defense. Instead of asking why they didn't call the police, kick the guy out, or both, my only objection was to him using masking tape instead of duct tape.
And then I woke up.
*Even watching the dream from third person, I thought "wait a minute! It was actually a Thursday! My birthday this year wasn't even on a Wednesday! And Wednesday is named after Odin! We're both patrons of the same god!".
Also, I'm 25 now.
