Sunday, February 20, 2011
Thank God for that
Sometimes life imitates art, and sometimes art imitates life, and sometimes something so strange and fucked up happens that you just have to write about it.
I am reading the Sherlock Holmes novels and short stories for the first time. Last night, I was about halfway through a story when the tired stick hit me and I went to sleep.
At this point in the post I should mention, lest anyone get confused later, that I have an ex who turned out to be a liar and a thief - let's call him Ned (not his real name of course. Who the hell is named Ned these days?)
So in this Sherlock Holmes story, there is a gang of father/son criminals who are called the "Ned Burglars." (OK, not really, but they have the same name as the ex.) I thought that was hilarious until I went to sleep and had a dream that not only was I still in contact with Ned (we broke up more than seven years ago), but we had gotten married, he had stolen stuff from me and stuff from my dad, and was threatening to drag out a divorce for a year.
Never have I been so grateful to wake up next to Mr. RK!
And I was thinking later in the day that I take it for granted that Mr. RK won't be dishonest or hide things from me (except for a birthday present or two.)
And thank God for that.
Plus, Ned had a small penis.