Bad News/Good News

Michael Michael had a dream about me. We were on the subway together when armed police officers swept through the cars looking for a suspect. For whatever reason, I apparently ran at the sight of the cops, and one of the cops thought I was the guilty party and shot me through the neck.

Seeing my limp body held in an officer's arms, Michael Michael ran over to see if I was okay. "No, he's dead," said the officer. "But his journal's really funny!"

Well, at least I have that going for me.