five words in orange neon

I had a fucking crazy dream today! really fucking crazy!
I dreamt that I was in somewhere, I think it was out of school, and then I meet a friend's father... I used to have this friend like my best friend ever (until the beginning of 2007 I guess...) and then we talked a little bit about silly things... He was waiting his son what was uncommon 'cause my friend always was going with his driver... I asked 'could I get a lift?', and then, the moment later we were in a pub talking to about serious things like children (I guess he had a one kid with him), divorce, sons, women.... and my old friend wasn't there. Weird? I mean, I don't have any friend's father like my own friend... so strange to my poor head. Today I took a shower on the rain while I was coming home from school. I meet a old friend (not the one who I was talking in the dream), a long time no see. Probably his head is full of bullshit now: he was talking aloud to another stupid boy about something about an 'boy who suffered an accident caused by him'. Yes. And the violence was present in his body, wild tattoos, a fucking anabolic steroids in his arms... but the most important, the head, was completely full of shit! The people changes. The body changes... but sometimes, the brain diminishes.