TKC invades my evening

I dreamed last night that TKC was doing a series of video projects for his site and he asked me to help him on his latest one: trying to reform hookers working behind the Sonic on Southwest Boulevard and Rainbow. Tony and I rolled up to the Sonic and then parked a ways away. This was “the spot” and the hookers knew that cars parking in this manner were piloted by drivers hot for a genuine KC ho.
So we park.
And we wait.
And TKC’s like, “Where’re these hookers?”
And I point to a strung-out, skinny white lady in a tank top and biker shorts. “There, dude.”
But she gets into another car.
Finally, a heavy-set black girl spots us and heads our way.
“Get the camera rolling!” Tony says.
And that’s where my dream logic meets my real logic and I think to myself, How exactly are we going to approach this Reformation?

enter HOOKER
HOOKER: HEY BOYS, LOOKING FOR A GOOD TIME?
TKC: WE’RE LOOKING TO GET YOU OFF THE STREETS AND INTO COMMUNITY COLLEGE!
ME: AND MAKE A DOCUMENTARY FOR IFC!
HOOKER: THE FUCK YOU SAY.
exit HOOKER

And thinking about that wakes me up.
And Karate and Kung Fu are bouncing all around the room.
Maybe they had a dream about being de-clawed.

TKC invades my evening