It was my birthday and my friends were going to present live skits & videos in honor of me. Kinda weird. Sorta awkward. I wanted to take pictures of everyone before they started. I needed batteries to put into my SB-900 Speedlight Flash. 8 AA batteries. But I only came up with and used 4 AAA and 6 AA batteries. I guess that works? By the time I had my camera ready… everyone at the party was gone. So much for a group photo. I remember overhearing some friends talking about a close out sale on shoes at Dick’s Sporting Goods. I figured they’d be there. So I got into my crimson red 1989 Toyota Tercel hatchback. Picked up a friend and drove to Dick’s Sporting Goods. We got there as I spotted the cars of my other friends and parked next to them. Bravo for my instincts. I went inside the store while my sleepy friend slept in the car. I was on a mission to find my other friends in the store. I found no one and there were no more shoes left. I was scrummaging through a clearance bin of random posters of scrubs, bench warmers, and incredibly inferior athletes. The ground began to shake and tremble. For at least 3 entire minutes. While other shoppers were just standing around baffled, I utilized and applied my elementary school knowledge/skills and hid under a strong, solid, sturdy table. I blacked out. I woke up and realized that I was the only survivor in the devastating earthquake that destroyed the Dick’s Sporting Goods building. I was okay and unharmed. So no worries. I ran out into the parking lot to see if my friend and car were still there. Fortunately, yes… both were still stationed in the same spot. I banged on the window with my closed fists waking up my friend in an outrageous startling manner. Hilarious. My friend slept through the earthquake. I needed a place to breathe and recuperate. I was still a little traumatized… so I had my friend drive. I sat in the passenger’s seat as we headed towards the Santa Monica Pier. The radio announced that the sun and moon were going to embrace and display a “ring of fire”. Also known as an eclipse. I looked over to my right and saw the sun expanding and imploding in a strange fashion. It was a bizarre yet fascinating sight. I was taking video and photos of it. My friend driving also wanted to take a picture via camera phone. For Facebook/Instagram, of course. So we did this weird crossover thing with our bodies… as I reached over and controlled the steering wheel and gas pedal with my hands… while my friend took photos out of the passenger’s side window. We were literally driving in a circle (donut) at 3 mph in a parking lot cause we thought— knew we were cool. We accidentally brushed up against another car that was parked. A minor scrape to the front bumper. The owner of that car was outside and noticed. Furious… and ironically a police officer. He issued us a ticket for $373.72. I wrote out a check for $374 and told that loser to keep the change. I finally woke up out of the dream… via a weird muscle spasm and cramp at the bottom of my right foot. As usual, buck naked… knocked out… with a sock out. And, I think I was dehydrated? Drank some water and typed this out. Holla.