Juggy Dad

I was awoken by a disturbing dream this morning that I was in prison and my father was the guard and he was trying to foot fuck me while beating me with a nightstick. Except his voice sounded like Juggy’s, and so I told him that I had not stolen any money from him and he said, “It’s got nothing to do with that, it’s that you didn’t like my screenplay about the professional poker players, and for that I will follow you to the ends of the earth, no matter where you go, and destroy your life.”