Last night I dreamed that Eric Clapton invited my mom, my brother, and me into his New Orleans apartment for snacks in the middle of Mardi Gras. Whatever could this mean? That I watched the T-Mobile myTouch Fender commercial right before bed? That I'm cheering for the Saints on Sunday? That I'm overly enthused about seeing Miss Layla this weekend? Yes.
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
2 years ago
0 comments:
Post a Comment