  So I'm back on a dream of days past ( see past ). I've been thinking a lot about winning powerball and opening The Daily Grind . But now it's expanded to be a coffee shop/bar/bowling/pool etc. (ooh, ooh, and maybe it could have like a neon strickthrough and the word Nightly, so at night the name changes) The best part is I'd sell magazines. Y'know how it is when you're like: "Hey let's go get some magazines. " And your friend is like "Wicked idea, but where do they sell those? " Look no further. But it wouldn't be very successful 'cause I don't like stress, but I wouldn't mind 'cause I'd have my PB winnings. God, why can't I have a failing business. I'd also have Trivial Pursuit cards all around, 'cause I was at a place where they did and I thought it was cool. What else, oh yeah, boxed wooden matched only. Can't you picture it? I'd call you up and say "Come on down to The Daily Grind ," I'd say, "It's half price Corona and Condé Nast . " Gotta go; I just choked on my own spit, damn I'm a moron. 
