An Introduction to Hank

This summer I named my brain Hank. After much magick ritual, searching for the supposed Holy Guardian Angel, and even some demon summoning, I figured out that the real mad man behind this whole mess is myself. There is a part of myself that seems to operate independently from my conscious waking life self, and his name is Hank (after Hank Scorpio).

And this week Hank has been serving up the goods is dream time.

During one very titilating dream I found myself surrounded by about three dozen beautiful women in various states of undress. As one undoes my zipper and removes my pants she gasps and says, "My! What a big tool you have." I look down and see one of the two foot long 1 1/8" wrenches from work sitting right between my legs. Hank has quite a sense of humor.

Then there was the dream where I gave a born again Christian family the Satan sign and spoke in a 'demonic' voice to them. They went crazy ape bonkers and surrounded my house. I eventually grab one of their leaders by the collar, shake them, and proclaim, "I am my own man! I control my own destiny! To hell with your God!" Praise be to Hank!

In this morning's dream I saw a parking lot sign that read, "Please do not post to NaBloPoMo or visit Yahoo using the work computers. It overloads the Network."