I woke up this morning with tears streaming down my face onto my pillow. In my dream, a detective implied that something terrible had happened to my mother. In a preceding, totally unrelated scene, I watched a fat, funny-looking boy with a funny voice skip around some strip mall parking lot until I realized he was actually the live action incarnation of Bobby Hill from King of the Hill.
photo of photo found in flea market bin (Duane Martin lounging on bed), 2008
