In my dream

In my dream I’m stuck at the encore part of a show by an electro pop band of middling pretension when a security goon shows up at my seat and tosses an iPad at me that supposedly contains evidence of me “smoking downstairs”. It’s a lie, but I dislike the music so much I’m fine with being thrown out.

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