Today will make four weeks since Tim and I quit smoking. I think. I’ve lost count. It could be three.

Anyway, last night I dreamt that I was walking up a great big hill in the dark.

I had a back pack on and when I looked inside I found a single smoke.

But didn’t want it.

Instead, I went to a night club with that back pack and sold ecstasy and speed.

I ran in to an old school acquaintance there. Alberto. If I saw him on the street I wouldn’t know him.

He was selling coffee.

We traded two packs of coffee for two tablet’s of E.

I don’t even drink coffee?

Go Figure.