dear diary (runnin' down a dream) 12/15/2008

dear diary,

i had a weird dream last night. so what better way to tell you about it than this way? right? i'm glad you agree. i dreamt that me and my friend jeremy (i haven't talked to him in a while either which makes it even more odd) were going to see tom petty and the heartbreakers. why? i have no idea. i don't own any music by tom petty, which is even more odd. while wandering through the venue, we happen to stumble on mr. petty. for some reason mr. petty was every bit 6' 11" in height and resembled a lot like the gay country super group "big and rich" (i don't own anything by them either...i wouldn't be here if i did). i remember we were excited to see mr. petty, so much so that we threw caution to the wind and ran up to introduce ourselves. i'm 32 years old, but for some reason i acted like my daughter would act if she bumped into the entire cast of high school musical. i was giddy. i am 32 years old. i remember saying, "wow, mr. petty we love your music". tom petty looked at us, said nothing and walked away. at which point i looked at my friend jeremy and said, "wow, tom petty is a dick". i remember for the rest of the concert we didn't want to be there. even pearl jam's eddie vedder opened up for him. i didn't care. tom petty is a jerk, and we ended up leaving before we could hear "free fallin". which from this point on i will never hear that song the same way...ever. i hope you don't either jeremy.

i love you...except for you tom petty.

maynard