I will creep you out now.

In my dream, my hand fell apart.

At first, there was a cut so minor, I didn't even think it needed a bandage.

Then it spread lengthwise along the entire finger, and the halves shifted against each other. But they were pressed together tight, so, no blood.

Then it split, like an old vinyl seat on a car. Still no blood, at least not the kind of gushing you'd expect. That's how I conceptualize blood; I never see it until it's already dry.

Plus, mysterious green growth. That's when it spread to the other fingers, as strange mixtures of numbness and immobility affected my fingers at random. Eventually parts of the affected fingers fell away, revealing weaker, thinner but functional fingers underneath.

Here are the possible real-life memories that might have triggered this:

First, I still have a numb lump on the end of my right index finger, from when I cut myself on broken glass two years ago, as the direct result of a very dumb decision. There was actually quite a lot of blood, and over the course of the next few weeks, there was a square inch of dead skin that fell away once new skin had grown underneath it. I was hoping the new skin would be like the old skin, and it looks the same, but it feels completely different.

There's also the memory of how tired my hands were after I brought the guitar back out Saturday night.

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On the way home, I stopped to adjust my seat, and a lever moved suddenly and pinched my finger.

It bled, but by the time I got home, the bleeding stopped. Good thing, as I don't have any band-aids.

Creepy, eh.

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Those of you in Phoenix, turn on Channel 8. All night, they're playing documentaries about Arizona history, by decade.

Apparently, The Lakes was once a neighborhood people dreamed of moving into. And I live there now. It's still a great neighborhood, but people don't really talk about neighborhoods that much anymore.

"Arizona Memories from the 70's", the newest one, is almost over, but they're rerunning it Sunday, at 3:30pm. The documentaries for the 60's and 50's follow.

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Alice Cooper cites them as an influence, but has he ever done a Hub Kapp and the Wheels cover?

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Remember how in the 70's documentary they built the Lakes and I thought "holy shit I live there now?"

In the 50's documentary they showed a picture captioned "44th Street and Thomas" and it was like a telephone pole and a dirt road. That was where my first apartment was.

To be fair, the documentary did reach back into the 40's for that photo. And yet, at that early time, Phoenix already reached as far east as 44th Street. At 8 "streets" per mile, that's five and a half miles. I thought that was impressive, but then I realized that the city was mostly farmland at the time, and thus there's a lot of padding.