I was in this big dusty old house that my mom and brother moved into, it was dark and raining a little. I was in there with a couple of friends I know from online, and Arnold Schwarzenegger was there too, upstairs and a bit drunk, chilling on the sofa, there were a few sofas in this upstairs living room area, he was wearing a baseball cap to the side. On the bottom floor the rain had leaked into one of the small rooms, that looked like a jail cell, the floor was muddy, and my mom was sitting there in despair trying to figure out what to do as drops of water hit the muddy puddles with a hole in the wall serving as a window and bright light coming in. I went upstairs and asked my brother to help me with adding some light bulbs so it looked like somebody lived here, I screwed a bulb into the light socket in this large living room type of area, it had an oven and a fridge too. We all gathered in the room, Rob was asking about food again, looking around and then found a stash of pizza pockets in this bottom freezer drawer I think he bellowed “Success!”. I’m not going to try and make sense of it.

Royalty projects are taking up most of my time these days, and I am hopelessly addicted to black olives.