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May 12, 2007
I have the maddest dreams.

I’m being driven along Upper Tooting Road by Tom Waits. The dream Upper Tooting Road curves continually to the left (in reality, it’s straight). Tom and I are shooting the shit. I tell him “Orphans” is good, but overrated. He snorts; laughs that tobacco laugh. Says he wants a cigarette; asks me to take the wheel. I reach over, hold the wheel. He fumbles in his pockets. The traffic gets heavy. I struggle to steer. He has the pedals. I tell him to hurry up, to slow down. Tom just keeps on fumbling and fussing.