June 05, 2004

Dream

I had a dream. I was in a parking garage. It was way past midnight. Why I was there, I don't know. I think it had something to do with my having trouble writing a story for the blog. There I was, standing in the middle of the lower level of an empty, dimly-lit parking garage. Suddenly, I see a tiny light glow in the distance. A cigarrette burns. I walk over. It's Deep Throat.

Me: The story is dry. All I've got are pieces. I can't seem to figure out what the puzzle is supposed to look like. George Tenet resigns as the head of CIA, and says that he wants to spend more time with his family. I mean, it sounds like bullshit, I don't exactly believe that...

Deep Throat: No, heh, but it's touching. Forget the myths the media's created about the White House. The truth is, these are not very bright guys, and things got out of hand.

Me: Rove's come in from the cold. Supposedly he's got a laywer with $25,000 in a brown paper bag.

Deep Throat: Follow the money.

Me: What do you mean? Where?

Deep Throat: Oh, I can't tell you that.

Me: But you could tell me that.

Deep Throat: No, I have to do this my way. You tell me what you know, and I'll confirm. I'll keep you in the right direction if I can, but that's all. Just... follow the money.

Then I woke up.

Posted by brian at June 5, 2004 07:21 AM

Comments

The money leads here:

http://www.halliburton.com/

Posted by: TRex at June 15, 2004 04:10 PM

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