For whatever reason, I was forced to retake middle and high school classes. Apparently there was a system I was caught up in and part of it was making 20-somethings retake fundamental classes alongside children. I must have been used to this system, because the office clerks whom I had to check in to accepted bribes to exclude from the record that I showed up late, and I’d memorized their charge rates. They only charged a small amount that coincided with personal belongings that would be confiscated by teachers and had to be paid for to get them returned. That way each bribery would look like an adult student buying back their whatever-shouldn’t-be-on-campus.
The last thing I remember was listening to a song. I’m sure it exists in real life somewhere and my subconscious held on to it. I did a little search in real life, and I couldn’t find it. It sounded like an old song, couldn’t tell if it was trying to be beach party or early punk, and the only lyrics I remember were, “run, run, run, run, Vegeta,” beat, “Godzilla!” Then there was a solo that reminds me of a Jim Croce song. Is it possible that my brain combined a mess of loose thoughts into an original song, or does that song exist somewhere?
