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I'm trashing a note paper I keep under my keyboard, and it has a transcription of a dream conversation (between a detective and a beat cop) from January 28, 2009. Seems a shame to get rid of it for some reason:
"Here's a twenty. Go buy me a newspaper about the Laker's game."
"Huh?"
"Can you tell I'm out of my element here? The best of my kind, and I've been reduced to being asked to buy toothpaste and scrub out bottles. The law's been pared down to cater to strippers and sycophants. It's all for them, and yet the strippers and the sycophants still want more."
Anyway.
"Here's a twenty. Go buy me a newspaper about the Laker's game."
"Huh?"
"Can you tell I'm out of my element here? The best of my kind, and I've been reduced to being asked to buy toothpaste and scrub out bottles. The law's been pared down to cater to strippers and sycophants. It's all for them, and yet the strippers and the sycophants still want more."
Anyway.
