Nice Drums

...Today, I was cleaning out Mom's Explorer in preparation for the big trip starting next Monday. I found a sticker that said "My mom went to a monster truck rally and all I got was this stupid mullet."

It's now on my guitar case.

...A couple of nights ago, I had the first weird dream in a long time that I could recall while awake. My family went on vacation somewhere unspecified, and I had to lag behind for a day or so for some reason. As I was getting ready to leave to join them, I checked the basement of our house to make sure all was well. I remember looking specifically at some coats at the back of the basement. Satisfied that everything was locked down, I left the house and ran off (no, I didn't drive).

I only went a few miles before I somehow had the feeling that I'd left something behind at the house. So, I ran back, and it took me less time to get back than it did to leave. I walked into the basement and noticed that the door was open, and a few things - like the coats that were hanging up - were gone.

I suddenly heard footsteps above me, so I knew that we had been robbed - or rather, the burglars were still in the process of doing so. I ran outside in time to see three guys in high school band uniforms jumping off of our deck, carrying three huge bass drums that they'd stolen. I managed to tackled one of them for interrogation later, but the other two got away.

The moral of the story, of course, is that when you're trying to steal bass drums from someone's house, you should have a wagon or some other getaway vehicle ready, rather than attempting to take them out by foot.