SERIOUSLY PHALANGINA.

I MEAN. FOR REAL.

LAST NIGHT'S DREAM

I WAS RETURNING TO COLLEGE TO FINISH OUT MY LAST YEAR. MIKE WAS THERE, SO WAS ERIC.

EVERYWHERE THE SKY WAS THAT BRIGHT, WINTERY WHITE. I WAS SETTLING INTO MY NEW HOUSE AND GETTING USED TO MIDDLETOWN AGAIN.

THEN I WAS GETTING MY HAIR DONE AT A SORT OF CRAPPY BEAUTY PARLOR ON MAIN STREET. THE HAIRDRESSER WAS WORKING THIS DARK BROWN, SUPERVISCOSE PUTTY IN HER HAND. SHE WAS THINNING IT OUT LIKE PIZZA DOUGH. WHEN IT WAS THIN ENOUGH, SHE COVERED MY HAIR WITH IT, LIKE A SWIM CAP. IT WAS SOME SORT OF TREATMENT AND I ASKED HER IF I COULD BUY A BOTTLE.

LAST NIGHT'S DREAM

DENNIS COOPER CALLED TO SAY HE WAS IN TOWN AND HINTED AT WANTING TO GET DINNER. HE WAS TALKING IN A FUNNY VOICE. I WAS EXCITED.