Saturday, May 28, 2011

God Save me

I just woke up standing over my son with my shotgun pointed at him.  The dog was in my house.   It barked at me, that's why I woke up.  That dog probably saved my sons life.  What the hell is going on?  Oh my god, I love my son more than anything else.  I'm cleaning out all the ammo and giving it to Jim.  Oh my god.  The dog left.  It dropped a utility bill.  It had my name on it.  72 24th st. Ogden Marsh IA.  I've never lived there. I need help.  Can anyone really help me?

1 comment:

  1. Go to a psychologist, and ask him to hypnotize you. This 'dog' of yours might actually be a representation of traumatic childhood memories.