The Zetas were almost responsible for another death this morning: mine.
I woke up after dreaming that on my drive down to Mexico, one of the masked gunmen broke into the camper of my truck (where I was sleeping along with my two siblings and some random person) and forced us all into playing a game of Russian Roulette with a sawed-off shotgun. Yeah.
I woke up with the most erratic heart palpitations of my freakin' life.
I had to lay there and pat my own back... and take a couple of deep breaths.
I fucking almost had a heart attack because of a nightmare...
Getting old SUCKS!
... and suddenly, I'm not too cool with the idea of dying in my sleep.
Also, that's the LAST fucking time I mention shotguns before going to bed!!
I woke up after dreaming that on my drive down to Mexico, one of the masked gunmen broke into the camper of my truck (where I was sleeping along with my two siblings and some random person) and forced us all into playing a game of Russian Roulette with a sawed-off shotgun. Yeah.
I woke up with the most erratic heart palpitations of my freakin' life.
I had to lay there and pat my own back... and take a couple of deep breaths.
I fucking almost had a heart attack because of a nightmare...
Getting old SUCKS!
... and suddenly, I'm not too cool with the idea of dying in my sleep.
Also, that's the LAST fucking time I mention shotguns before going to bed!!
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