Awful dreams, thankfully only remembered in fragments.
A dank, gray, decaying urban landscape, perpetually overcast and chilly enough to make the joints ache but never cold enough to snow. Rusting chainlink and unpainted concrete and brown weeds. Mobbed-up Russian immigrants. A handful of broken teeth. Always late. A daughter's feigned concern over the damage done by her father's fist, disgust flickering in her eyes and behind her words. Stolen moments of something like happiness in the shape of a pint flask, always fearful of being found out.
Brr.
One of those mornings where it was a relief to open my eyes. Time to pedal.
Why were you dreaming about Detroit?
ReplyDeleteSounds like the movie Dark Corners.
ReplyDeleteWhy were you dreaming of Chicago?
ReplyDeleteDo you want to go back?
Shootin' Buddy
I was also going to place a Detroit comment... but see someone beat me to it
ReplyDeleteThanks, President Obama!
ReplyDeleteMust have been a fragment of an underdone potato.
ReplyDeleteHave a good day and more pleasant dreams tonight.
ReplyDeleteAre you a character in a Robert Jordan novel?
ReplyDeleteAre we going to find out what all this means 3 books from now?
Write that book, Tam! I'll be your first customer.
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Okay, wonderful start, now write the book. It's in you.
ReplyDeleteMs. Tam is writing Noir now. Slip some gun talk in there and I'll buy the series.
ReplyDeleteGary today, Chicago soon, Baltimore soon after.
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I dreamt of my new toy. RCBS Chargemaster 1500.
ReplyDeleteHave wanted one for years. Finally talked myself into coughing up the money. They're expensive.
Apparently my subconscious thinks the previews of the new Star Trek movie need more time travel, to offset it from the last movie screwing up the original back story.
ReplyDeleteSounds like the first chapter to a Marko Kloos novel.
ReplyDeleteHey, my home town! A bit like Half Life 2 with less head-crabs and gunfights.
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