Judith Myers. Ruth Myers. A. Myers. I'll fill in the details after tonight.
I'm with Chekov, people and their unfulfilled dreams are starting to annoy me. The people, that is, who are passive aggressive about realizing those dreams. I'm not sure which side of the dream fence I sleep on.
More ghosties last night. Intense. Judith Myers. Ruth Myers. A. Myers. Lasting image from my Tito's & soda dreamfest: a shot glass on its side, still full of an amber liquor. Tequila or whiskey. The ghost had chucked it from across the room, and when it landed on its side, the liquor didn't spill out. Then the ghost crushed the glass.
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