Norma Jeane's Diner

Last night was the first time in my life that I actually was a badass and wasn’t afraid to tell someone off. Unfortunately it was only in my dream. I was riding my brand new $450 bicycle down the street and I was careful to not get it dirty or not to damage it. So I was just happily riding away when this hell’s angels biker guy on a harley davidson motorcycle from out of nowhere got ahead of me and was riding his motercycle directly in front of me. He started swerving his motorcycle side to side not letting me pass him and I told him that If he didn’t stop he would pay. He kept laughing at me and telling me how I am on a measly bicycle and he’s on a big honkin motorcycle. He thought it would be funny if he slammed on the breaks and from that, I slammed right into the back of him and we both fell to the ground. My brand new bike was dirty, bent and busted. I got up off the road extremely pissed and started beating him up. It got to the point where I was beating in up so much I started stomping on him flat like a pancake. Now, there was no blood in this scene, it was cartoon style. I kept screaming to him “You are lucky I am only 140 pounds or you would really be crying”. After beating him to a pancake he yelled back at me as my car appeared out of nowehere and I threw what was left of my bike in “You are going to pay, I am going to get the police after you”. I drove home and sat in the car. I wasn’t afraid at all.

I woke up from this dream and it was noon.