I woke up suddenly this morning at about 2:30 from some crazy dream where I was attacked by a killer duck and ended up murdering and resurecting a rampaging puppy. Wow. So I’m sitting by the window watching the cheshire moon glowing behind a cloud out in the horizon casting its silvery swatch across a calm and silent sea. Below me the last remnants of the Sunday night bar crowd are coming and going to the all night pizza joint on the beach. The slow movement of the cool lingering wind is caressing my naked shadowed form. All is calm and right with the world, as the ghost of “Stardust” plays in my mind. The only exception being the cackling of a drunk wobbling across the street, pizza in hand, trying to hustle a couple of chicks who are doing their best to ignore him, as he wonders over to a window of a nearby tourist shop and dry-humps a poster of a bikini clad vixen.
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