I was dreaming the coolest dream.
I was heading towards a nightclub. I was wearing my swagged out HUGO BOSS suit and a fresh tie so I could get all the ladies. I was the best. The very best. That no one ever was. Dun dun dun.
When I arrived, I looked across the club and immediately saw Vanahan and Lames walking towards me. There we were, in the center of the nightclub with big booty bitches dancing all around us. But we were all wearing the SAME SUIT. OH NO.
I stared at Vanahan and James. They stared at me, and then each other. You can calculate the number of stares that took place with factorials, but I don't take Data.
And then we all high-fived. It was an interesting high-five because it involved three hands, not two. Rather, our hands made a strange sort of tetrahedron shape, where the volume can be calculated with the formula V = 1/3(A)(h). It is a useful formula because the volume of our high-five tetrahedron denotes the magnitude of our HUGO swag.
All three of us were grinning. The moment was too amazing.
"Hey, lets go fuck some bitches," Lames commented.
Vanahan and I were amazed. Lames never made these remarks in his life before. But now he is a grown-up boy, and he can say whatever he wants.
So the three of us went on and made several girls' fathers disappointed and upset about their daughters' choices.
Suddenly, my dream zoomed out of first person and went into third person, like Grand Theft Auto San Andreas, and panned all the way to the right until I was right out of the nightclub and watching an altercation between the bouncer and a tall, wiry individual.
My dream-camera zoomed in and I realized it was Xosh Ju, everyone's good friend from Southern Penitentiary Academy.
"Please, let me in!"
"No. You have a backpack on."
And then Xosh lost the game.
