Tuesday, March 24, 2009


I had a dream last night. Joe was at camp and he was wearing a great big red puffy jacket. He apologized for something, but I don't remember what, and led me by the hand to an ice cream stand. He said he'd be right back and we could talk things through. His dad was there and we talked for a long time. Then his dad called himself "Trouble Man" or some other Marvin Gaye song, and then turned into William S. Burroughs, then both of us walked away together before Joe could come out.

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