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defrogI am staying in a motor court of some kind in some small US town. I’m supposed to stay a couple of days, but at some point I realize that tonight is the local version of Devil’s Night, where the local rednecks gather at the motor court and engage in substance abuse and senseless violence and vandalism.
I go to see the manager of the motor court, who is played by Charlize Theron. For some reason she’s dressed in a flowery robe and 50s-style black lace lingerie. I tell her I need to check out early. She agrees it’s probably a good idea, but advises me that because it’s already after 4pm, she’ll still have to charge me for the second night. I don’t have time to argue, so I agree.
I go to pack, but I’m so thoroughly unpacked that it takes time, and before I’m halfway done it’s already dark out and people are starting to gather. Also, due to a narrative shift, it seems I actually need to get out of the country, not just the motor court, and there’s a lot of paperwork involved.
I rush to fill out as much of the forms as I can, then I hand them in at the front desk and walk out into the street, pulling my luggage case behind me. The street is full of people, many of them running and screaming. I have to get to the train station, which means walking against the tide of fleeing people. I hear some drunk redneck nearby say, “Hey boy, need a hand with that bag of yrs?” I don’t acknowledge him and walk at top speed.
And then I woke up.
Checking out,
This is dF
I go to see the manager of the motor court, who is played by Charlize Theron. For some reason she’s dressed in a flowery robe and 50s-style black lace lingerie. I tell her I need to check out early. She agrees it’s probably a good idea, but advises me that because it’s already after 4pm, she’ll still have to charge me for the second night. I don’t have time to argue, so I agree.
I go to pack, but I’m so thoroughly unpacked that it takes time, and before I’m halfway done it’s already dark out and people are starting to gather. Also, due to a narrative shift, it seems I actually need to get out of the country, not just the motor court, and there’s a lot of paperwork involved.
I rush to fill out as much of the forms as I can, then I hand them in at the front desk and walk out into the street, pulling my luggage case behind me. The street is full of people, many of them running and screaming. I have to get to the train station, which means walking against the tide of fleeing people. I hear some drunk redneck nearby say, “Hey boy, need a hand with that bag of yrs?” I don’t acknowledge him and walk at top speed.
And then I woke up.
Checking out,
This is dF
