Last night I had one of those aggravating/stress dreams that isn't quite a nightmare, but you wake up and your heart is pounding.
In the dream, some weird dirtbag guy stole $20 from my mom at a train station. I found him later, kicked him in the face (he was sitting on a low chair-how convenient for my kicking height) told him to, "keep the 20, douchebag," then led a group of strangers in a slow-chant of "DOUCHEBAG, DOUCHEBAG" while pointing a laughing at the dirtbag thief.
It felt nice an redemptive - as if I were a superhero whose special power is taunting dirtbags with bad words.
I want that power.
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