10 Minutes: Day 3
Date: Apr 27th, 2008 1:06:28 am - Subscribe
Mood: dreamy
Had a strange dream last night. Gad, I've got to cut my nails! I can't type worth shit. Back to the dream; it was odd. Don't remember most of it (and aren't I glad we can't remember most of our dreams?) but do remember smoking two cigarettes.
It's night. It's a seedy, dark alley--like behind the old 9:30 Club. Cobbled street, bowed towards the center from a hundred years+ of traffic. Pools of stagnant, stinking water reflect light refracting down from illegal apartments and lofts. The occasional brighter glare of someone's cigarette as he or she takes a drag snaps my attention to the reflections. Rats as long as my arm saunter across the space. They're heading towards the dumpsters. I can hear other rats knocking over boxes and bags, looking for the good stuff.
Colorful cursing of the roadies rises up into the orange-glazed night. They move heavy equipment on too small casters, blistering the air with bitching as the cobbles make the wheels useless.
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