Dreamed I Finally Killed Officer Daniel Pantoleo, NYPD

I stole a car and drove my bonesto New Amsterdam, "locked and loaded," in the stupid redneck grunt vernacular. Left my phone at home. Broke it accidentally on purpose before I left. Daniel Pantoleo knows why. In the dream I found him. He's fat now. Easier to draw down on. He thinks he's in hiding, but within that dream, which I'd planned meticulously for months, I clocked his fat ass leaving a greasy pizza slicery in some shitty Italian-American block. "This one's for Eric Garner and his bereaved family you mother-fucking, disgusting pig." Just like that. Lights out, you clot.