10-28-14

I'm driving down the road and see a huge open bus pass me on the right while another open bus comes up on the left. Men resembling Islamic militants in each bus fire upon each other. I see bodies go limp and slump in their seats and I'm afraid that they have taken their crazy beliefs and fighting into the United States.

I arrive at a house to get away and go in just as another car pulls up. They are what you call "white trash" and they come in to the house after me holding whiskey bottles. I figure they are at least better company than the militants shooting at each other outside and I decide to join them and have a couple of shots of booze. I find I really like the taste of whiskey.

The woman who owns the house is being lectured to by her daughter who doesn't like all these strangers in her house with their unscrupulous ways. The woman is shaking her head and talking about Christian charity. I realize I can't stay and wonder how I can get home without being caught in a cross fire.

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