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Larry Storch
....in one of the most vivid dreams I've had in a long time. I remember running down the street carrying a small duffel bag stuffed with cash in one hand and a .45 in the other. I was still wearing the balaclava and it made me sweat and it was itchy. I ducked into an alley way and watched the cops run past. I was trying to make my way home on foot and being scared shyteless that I would be caught/shot at any second. Needless to say my adrenaline was through the roof. Several times I managed to elude capture by hiding behind some hedges, they were less than two feet away! Suddenly I was home and waking up to the sound of a car pulling up under my window. I sat up looking around for the bag spilling over with cash and was wondering where I stashed the gun. Any second there would be several RCMP crashing through the door screaming "On the Floor!" and "Show me your hands!". It took about a minute for reality to set in and I sat there laughing my ass off.
Really, who needs tv?
Really, who needs tv?






