listen to my strange friends

I’ve got to go a little easier on the spicy food late at night. I don’t care if I do have to listen to my strange friends with weird sad stories about their life. And I don’t care if they are drinking white wine and chasing it with Whoppers. My Barbacoa came back for a visit. I really think it was the delicious and spicy green sauce, the cilantro, and the chopped onions. Or maybe the red sauce. So I figured I was going to have some strange dreams — better than pizza dreams, even. But as I made my way through my action adventure video game dream last night, a face pops up and tells me I’ve advanced to the next level. Must be the spicy food, the special effects in the dream were great. Better resolution than my computer screen, that’s for sure.