I had a dream last night that I was hanging out with heavy metal men and women. They donned big hair, frothy chests, muscle tees, and acid wash jeans. From a distance I watched a heavy metal couple consummate their love in a giant tub filled with pork and beans. I felt dirty and part of me craved a wedge of iceberg lettuce for cleansing. Later, after I woke up, I found another submission to the Stranger project in my mail slot. You can read it here.
I'm off to chase October sun.