You know who gonna find you? Some old guy fishin'

I slept like the dead last night and dreamt about shooting up. I watched as the old guy next to me cooked it and shot up. I watched the blood backtrack into the needle and then he offered it to me. Something in the back of my mind said, "This is a bad idea." So I went to look at some graffiti in another room.

Where was I going with this. Ah. I didn't remember this dream at all until this morning on the 7 when I passed the 5 Pointz Building. And I thought, hey, THAT's something cool to post. Much better than 2 am azzpix for certain.

Anyhow, I'm leaving early to go on vacation. Be back on Wednesday. Besos.