larry david
was in my dream last night, which is very strange since I haven’t watched him in anything in…years? ever? the details are hazy, but in my dream I found a notebook of his short stories that he was very embarrassed to have written. for some reason, I was sitting next to him while I was reading through the notebook, and he was furious that I was reading his stories while sitting next to him. he yelled at me not to read his work while he was in the room, but I ignored him and continued reading. that is all.
