Freedom Spike In My Lone Star

Dreamt that I was being held personally responsible for somehow damaging one of the Statue of Liberty’s Crown points. Unfortunately, those Freedom spikes are expensive, and I was struggling. So a sad man walks into to a bar (me), and right as I do, “Tuff Enough” starts jamming on the TV, and I’m like, “Yeah, alriiiight…” But then the Fabulous Thunderbirds themselves walk in right behind me, singing along to their own song. So I offer a round, and they accept. But the bartender looks funny after swiping my card. “Can I see you passport?” he asks. Seeing a red X from 2004, he says, “The church says you can’t use your debit card at a bar if your passport has ever been denied. Plus, says here you can’t pay for a damaged statue to your very freedoms?” I ask, “What’s the church got to do with my passport, my bank, and a ‘statue to my very freedoms?’ I just want to buy these guys a beer!” Jimmie Vaughn shakes his head. “This is Texas,” he sighs. “And you may be right, but you might wanna getcherself Right,” and I woke up embarrassed.