lemmy
The other night I had a dream. For some odd reason I was hanging out with Lemmy Kilmister and what I presumed to be his entourage. None of them were wearing Motorhead t-shirts, so they couldn’t have been members of the band. We were seated in a cramped booth at a diner in the early morning hours. Everyone except Lemmy seemed to be annoyed by my presence. I felt the need to break the palpable tension with a joke. It was then I asked the question that had been clawing away at my subconscious: “Hey Lemmy. What IS the song Sex & Death REALLY about?” After a brief pause, Lemmy started howling with laughter. No one else laughed and I was convinced they hated me. The end.