Shut Up, Sub-conscious
Two nights ago, my subconscious played a nasty trick on me. I had a sex dream starring Christopher Hitchens. And myself obviously. Well, maybe not so obviously… I don’t know, maybe your sex dreams are more like pornos during which you voyeuristically watch others getting it on. Mine tend to have me in a starring role, which is good some times (hello, Zac Efron) and bad in others...