I had a dream last night that J and I were hearing music from outside the front window of our house (which, of course wasn’t actually a house we’ve ever lived in).
We opened the front door to see what was going on and found a highschool friend of mine (who now lives in Hollywood and whom I haven’t seen in 7+ years), completely drunk, playing music on his guitar and singing very, very loudly.
J got really mad and yelled at him to go home, which he did…next door to the house he was renting from my boss.

Duh.

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