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(I just wanted to comment on the photo to the left. Mikey is just not “workin’ it for the camera” anymore. I can just hear the photographer… “yes, yes, yes, give me some love, make sweet love to the camera mike, lets make it happen.” “Let me see those baby blues, yes yes yes!” Instead it looks like he is choking on something, and why the dark rings around his eyes, this guy needs sleep. As always, you can click on the photo for a larger image.)

During slumber last night, as vision was depicted in my dream. This vision may scare many of you, and with that being said, you may wish to stop reading at this point. For those strong enough to handle my vision of the future, please read on….

As I lay in deep rest, a message was broadcast to me via my dream. It was a vision of zombie attacks and musical bliss. It started on the 7th floor of a college dorm. There were kids all over the place, many of them hiding in their rooms. As I was visiting with a friend, I noticed this unique looking cat enter the room. It had black and white vertical stripes on it, much like a zebra. I asked my friend is this was his cat and he said yes. Immediately the zebra cat attacked him and bit him in the face and neck. I immediately new this was a zombie cat and that I had to get out of there before it attacked me. My friend now became a zombie and I knew I was next. I turned to the door and saw a pink cat pawing to get out, I though maybe this cat hadn’t been affected yet. As I opened the door to allow for the pink cat’s escape, five more cats ran in. It had duped me, only hinting at its escape to allow for more zombie cats into the room. I knew I had to get out of there; they were amassing to take us over. I quickly ran down the hall to the first door I saw, I turned the handle and luckily it was open. I entered the room to warn the others of the impeding danger and to barricade the door so other zombies could not enter.

This is where the story takes a sudden shift. As I warned the seven beautiful woman of the zombie attack I suddenly found myself standing in a videogame store at a mall. At first it seemed like it was just a small room full of old Nintendo and Sega games. There were thousands of games neatly organized on several shelves. As I approached the back of the store, I saw how large the store had become. Apparently I entered the store in the back entrance, and was only seeing the overstock in the back room. This place was huge, and had every type of video games system in existence, even some that do not exist. As I was browsing, making sure I had every Zelda game made, I received a phone call. It was from my African American hip-hop artist friend. (As a note, in the dream he did not have a name, but for the sake of this story, I will name him Gary.)

Gary indicated that he needed some assistance at his latest gig. So I gathered some friends from thin air, hopped into my white pickup truck and headed into nowhere. While on the way I received a phone call from Michael McDonald. When we arrived at the venue, some type of church or community center Gary was there mingling with the audience before the show. Suddenly my phone rings, to my utter surprise the called id reads: “Michael McDonald”. I’m like, no way Mike’s calling. So I answer and talk to him, but never heard his voice, talk about creepy. He was asking about Gary’s concert and where it was at. All of a sudden I’m standing amongst 30+ people sitting patiently in a church or community center waiting for Gary to perform. I see Gary and he walks over to chat. He is wearing what looks like traditional African garb, and he seems very excited and happy. Suddenly my phone rings again, guess who? Its McDonald again. As I pick up the phone to answer my alarm clock rings.

I’m pissed I couldn’t hang around for Mikey to show up and for Gary to entertain the middle aged folks with his hip-hop styling’s. It would have been sweet if Mike jumped in with a little freestyle. Stupid alarm clocks, they ruin everything good in life.

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