nightmare.

i had a dream in which i was working at the art store that i worked at ten years ago when i first moved to philly. i guess i was in a tight spot financially and needed a proper job and my old boss offered me a job, despite how bad of an employee i was in the past. I spent a majority of my time in the dream avoiding customers and trying to steal shit, just like i did back in the day. though nothing particularly bad happened in the dream, i still decided that the paycheck from working retail at an art store wasn't worth the indignity of wearing a red apron and wasting my day away under flourescent lights touching exotic paper. "fuck this shit" i told myself. i walked out of the art store with a stolen plastic ruler in my pocket. it was 12 inches long and a deep purple.