2010

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I had some kids (who fancied themselves thugs) from Chico State in my taxicab yesterday. One of them would say things like, "Is this the minor league of cab driving? And like, New York City's the major league?" "How do you know I'm not packing a gun?" and "Nice talking to you, Richard – You're a nice laugh." (having read my name off my drivers' placard) -- You can see why Henry David Thoreau and Jerome David Salinger ran away from all this kind of crap! Who with a brain wouldn't? For me, it's just practice being a nice simple guy in the midst of assholes, and fodder for our main website!

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Last Night: (Dream) Oh, no! I haven't fed my dogs in ages! I have no idea how they've been living here, unless Marlyn has been feeding them. Thank God they're still alive. David is terribly sick and wants me to come lie close to him for a moment. When my face gets close to his, he takes some saliva from his mouth with his hand and puts some of it into my mouth. Oh, my God! Well, at least I see what a joke having any germ fetishes are! When I get home to Bridle Creek Road in Ladue, I go next door to see if Lotsie is there. The houses are a little topsy-turvy in the neighborhood now, for some reason. Eventually, I find one of their servants, a driver, and ask him if Lotsie is still living anywhere nearby after all these years. He tells me she arrives in her limousine at two p.m. every day, though I mustn't in any circumstances, tell anyone he told me this. I can keep a secret. Just as I'm leaving, a nondescript witch-kind-of-woman walks by and even though I don't even begin to recognize her, I softly say, "Lotsie?" She turns around and I see her jaw has shriveled into an ugly old thing, and strain to carry on a conversation with her. (Fin)

(Dream) Someone has left a brick of marijuana in the back of my old sedan out in the parking lot, more a bale of hay than a baggie, I can tell you! Unfortunately, customs has a blonde she-devil inspector now, and when I get into the crowd of people in line to go through examination, notice she's checking to see who's going without shoes! If they're barefoot, I can see, she knows immediately they're local smugglers, like me! Luckily, my bare feet are just behind a barricade, so she hasn't spotted them yet. I make a beeline for the hotel complex to see if I can find an open store where I can buy some penny loafers, and after some effort, look down and realize, I've been wearing penny loafers all along! It's just that I'm not wearing any socks with them, which is why I thought I had bare feet. It's probably still a good idea to lie low, though, and find a little cul-de-sac where I can hang out for a few days. Danny is still pretty. She's going out on a date! This is definitely something worth hanging around for. (Fin)

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Sometime Before Last Night: (Dream) Two women hop on the back of my motorcycle, and we slowly pull away from the curb. All I have to do is hop over a slight chasm in the road ... There! ... Oops! One of them fell off the back. When I get into the restroom, there's a toilet smack in the middle of things, up on a platform, which may not be so bad seeings how I'm the only person in there. I have to take a dump. Damn! Someone came in, so I go into a nearby stall, and just as I'm turning around to close the stall door, discover the guy in the stall with me! I'm furious, and run a huge stream of energy up the right side of my spine, directly into his torso, and he makes a hasty retreat. There! I go back to the public toilet that's smack in the middle of things, because the one in the stall's a complete mess, and climb the pedestal to my throne. (Fin)

(Dream) Rounding a corner in a corridor of the airport, I run into David Peterson coming or going. "Do you come here every week?" I ask as we briefly share the same path. I follow someone to a Meeting of Seekers of Truth and David Tickton seems intent on projecting a slide projector onto the wall behind me, which takes a little getting used to. (Fin)

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