Weird. I dreamed about Hate Man two nights ago. And then last night I dreamed about him again. In the second dream, I told Hate Man, “I dreamed about you last night, Hate,” and I told him about the dream.
That’s the first time I ever had a dream that was continued the next night. . . Maybe tonight I’ll have Part 3 of the dream.
Ace Backwords is a former cartoonist, writer and semi-normal human being. He's been sleeping in the bushes in the Berkeley hills for the last ten years with his four feral cats, Moo Cat, Fatty, Mini Scaredy and Micro Scaredy. Future plans include growing old and dying. Preferably in that order.
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