i never talk to this guy, think of this guy, or speak of this guy. but like a week ago, i had this random dream that he and i were in some big mega supermarket parking lot and we were on skid row (not the band), like all dirty, broken down, sitting in this busted up dirty truck that was all smoky inside. chris gets out to go into a dollar general store, and comes out with this big $1 dollar sign that he bought with our last buck. anyhow, the next thing i know is that the end of the lot had a maximum security powerplant attached to it (it could happen) and that i was all dodging security checkpoints. brennan was nowhere in sight. what was i doing? in my head i kept on hearing him telling me "make sure you get the plutonium". with my eyes on the prize, i saw it. it looked like a bank teller cash tube that you see in a drive through. right when i went to retrieve it, i woke up. here's to you sicko.