I slipped into a slight depression after filing my taxes because, for the 83rd year in a row, I learned I will be paying in. I thought I had Uncle Sam this time. I thought I had him bent over a barrel and I was gonna slap his butt cheeks blood red. Yet that wily bastard got away from me again.
Instead I fell asleep for 12 hours straight and I dreamt that I was at a protest in a Walmart parking lot where I was chatting it up with a girl. A guy, presumably her boyfriend, got protective of her, and I, reading the room, told them to have a good day and I walked away. The next day, I’m at the airport waiting for my flight. I noticed the same group of hooligans, including the girl, were setting up shittily designed explosives in the terminal. Counselor Deanna Troi and I foiled their plot and saved the day but naturally I caught the eye of the FBI. They noticed I was at both locations where the alleged terrorists were being monitored. Denying any association, I asserted that it was merely a coincidence that I was both locations. Skeptical, the feds order me to go “undercover” to track these folks down, which led me to a power plant in West Virginia. The dream trailed off from there.
But isn’t this essentially the plot to One Battle After Another? (Still haven’t seen it.) I feel like no matter how much I contribute to the economy, no matter how much I try to be an upstanding member of society, it still ain’t enough. It’s one battle after another. (Maybe someone should really explain that movie to me)