that reminds me of a dream i had when porl came to grandma's house. it all started when i heard a knock on the door. so i opened it and there he was and i was like "whoa! do you know who you are?" and hes all "porl thompson?" and i was like "yes! i love your music. can i have your autograph." an hes all sure. so he signs the drawing i drew of him back in may. "so what brings you here?" i asked. "i know your grandparents." he replied. so after that we hang out chillin and laughing. it was awesome. and then we talk about my father because apparently he knew him too." wow what a surprise. so that part kinda got me emotional because my father died when i was just four years old so he comforted me about that. and then he taught me how to play the guitar. it was flippin awesome! oh man. wishin it was real right now.
