That's right. I had another dream about Chad Lindberg, for the second night in a row. It's been some crazy shit. In the one last night, he worked at Blockbuster and gave me his phone number. It was raining and he thought I didn't know who he was. He blushed and said his co-workers gave him shit about the role he played in the Velocity of Gary.
Ah, dear Mr. Lindberg, owner of the circus and employer of boneless chuck and that contortionist chick.
What happened to the Disney promises that dreams come true?