Skunk: Not at all?
ache1:
Nope, not for weeks, not since... y’know.
Skunk: So but do
you,
pause
Skunk: That’s so
weird. Do you remember any, what eh, do you remember the last dream you
had?
ache1:
The last dream I remember, I dreamt I was there the exact moment God told Elvis
not to make too much mess when he killed himself.
