November 8, 2004
I had a dream the other night that I only just remembered. I was manager at a sidecar dealership--we apparently sold no motorcycles. I took someone, it might have been someone famous, I can't remember, out to test drive a sidecar. We were driving around Venice, but it was Venice from the 1950s, very much like the Venice from Touch of Evil. Then we pulled into the Mexican side of town and I fell asleep waiting for my prospective buyer to cash a check in a bar. Then Chuck Heston walked by, mustache and all. I think the whole dream was a missing opening sequence for the real film. Anyway, the racket from Manolo's video gaming is giving me a headache. Asallam Alakum.