I had a dream about you last night. We were in your old Civic. Nine Inch Nails was turned up on the stereo and I was taking pictures of you behind the wheel with my disposable camera. We went through the drive through at El Pollo Loco placed an order for a hundred bucks worth of food and then just drove off at the window. I miss being stupid with you.

My eyes were blurry from being in love and my feelings were as furry as Bigfoot. I thought I spotted Her the women of my dreams but the other cryptozoologists thought I was hallucinating. They chided me saying If there is no picture there is no proof.