There was a great flood. I think that maybe the Minnesota River had overflown its banks and flooded most of Shakopee. I had to jump from a plane with a parachute to get anywhere. When I got home, Kurt Vonnegut was sitting at the dining room table in Supergenius HQ. He was using my old typewriter (the one you can often see at the top of this page) and handed me a stack of papers asking me to read.
The story was about me parachuting with my niece Jaycie so she could get to Valleyfair. There was other stuff too, a dogfight (you know with bi-planes like in WWI). When I finished I went back to him, still sitting at the table. I told him it was fucking awesome and couldn’t wait to go to the store and buy it. Then John Irving came out the kitchen with a cup of coffee and said, “I told him the same thing.”
Then I woke up.