i had this weird dream last night. somebody stole my longboard. i looked everywhere for it. i couldn't find it anywhere. everyplace i looked, it wasn't there. the old adage
, "it's always the last place you look
," didn't apply to me.
the television was on and my ears perked up to a reporter telling breaking news. a bank robber had struck another bank vault and got way. his getaway vehicle? my longboard.
that's all i remember. . .