I was in New York last night. Well, in my dreams. This is how it went.
I was walking around in a small town. Seemed like one of those two intersection types of towns where there's less than 1,000 people living there and everyone is related somewhere. I'm taking my bike to the corner store to get milk when I run into a friend. We end up going to the local mall. I run into my sister. We talk for a while and then the next thing I know, I'm in the car with Mell going to the airport. Wondering where I'm going, My sister hints that we're going to New York to see some family. Family? New York? Now? Well, Ok. I'm Down for spontaneous trips around North America. I look in the backseat. My bags are already packed. I'm starting to feel OK about this trip. I start to cool down and relax and wondering what's going to happen next. We get to the plane and find our seats. We're having a good time in the plane talking, catching up, drinking, taking naps and just killing time. We land in New York. The airport is Huge. It seems like it's half airport half large mall half train station. Mell and I stick close together so we don't loose each other. I realize I need money. We head to the bank and then the store and then a local burger joint to get some lunch. It's 1 O'clock in the afternoon. We get to the hotel and I check out the washroom. There's a lady in there. She's sorting out what looks like steroids. I freak. I start to yell at her telling her to leave the room right away or else I'll call the cops. She starts to run after me with a needle.
I wake up.
