How Biz-ahh.

I have a lot of weird dreams. But last night's may have been the weirdest ever.

I was back in the little burg of Ontario, NY, where I spent 9 years of my life as a little kid. I was getting a haircut from Dave Ferguson, who ran the only clip joint in town.

I complained to him after he was done that I hated how after I got a haircut, I would shed the clippings stil in my head all over just about everything. He told me to start eating these chocolate bars drizzled with mercury that he sold for 8 bucks each. The bars were sitting on a counter at the front of his shop, and had signage that looked just like the signs for the baked goods at Starbucks.

To think, I didn't even drink last night.