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Last night at about 4:00 in the morning my girlfriend and I were awakened by a car alarm going off in the street. It sounded just like ours, so she took a look out the window and discovered that it was the other Black Jetta on our street.
It took about 10 minutes for the alarm to run it's course. I couldn't get back to sleep, felt a draft, thought my cough was coming back, and needed something to drink, so I figured I would go out to the kitchen and get me a glass of water.
I walked into the living room and it was cut in half. What I mean is, the other side of the apartment was missing. What used to be the wall that seperated the living room from the kitchen, and the actual kitchen, and the porch were all gone. The entire living room opened out to the rest of the world. You can imagine my shock at viewing the situation. Our little white cat Casper sat at the edge and gazed up at the stars. We had heard no noise and i could see no visible wreckage. I gathered my courage and walked over to where Casper sat and peered over the edge. Still no wreckage, no sign of disaster, just the dirt floor and concrete foundation of our now exposed basement three stories below. On the second floor, I could see our neighbor still fast asleep in his bed, sliced down the middle, his partner (i can only assume) gone and dissapeared forever.
So, no kitchen, no bathroom, no water for me. Casper started to purr and rubbed against my leg. It's like, at least 4:30 now and I never sleep well on Sunday nights, so I do my best to get back to bed. I feel like I should wake the girlfriend and show her what's going on but she's got a busy week and needs a full nights rest. Thank god after only fifteen minutes I am out like a light and sleeping deep.
I dreamt that I was in Guns n' Roses again last night. The second time in as many weeks. They keep putting me up on stage but I still don't know how to play the songs.
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