The Other Night

We dreamed we were best friends with Sammy Hagar. No shit. It made us so happy. We were like, "We can't believe we're best friends with Sammy Hagar! We should pinch ourselves because we must be dreaming!" As it turns out, we were. We woke up the next morning disconsolate. Sammy was going to teach us how to play guitar. Is that cool or what? We remember reciting our Lesbian Boy lyrics to him: "Hail hail hair guitar/Sammy Hagar just wrecked my car." He was honored, or so he said. Our dreams are so rad. Like, we could have been best friends with anybody. But we were best friends with Sammy Hagar! Shit that's cool!

Comments

[Jan Martin Löhndorf]

Thekind of dream that makes me wake up screaming. A scream-dream, you might say.

[Ben aka Monk Crabbs (who shall live in infamy) You have Marlboro?]

This pure conjecture on my part, but it seems getting shitfaced with Sammy might be fun. Then again he might be the kind of guy who wouldn't run out of energy and would just keep talking loudly about all sorts of bullshit all night long as if he hadn't drank anything. He might be like a supercharged Harrison.

[Mike]

I love you guys.