In my dream, I have to go to a gathering on the beach. It's sort of a bohemian party, and my bike is broken, so I am dreading going. It's in San Francisco, or somewhere like that. Lots of hills. Anyway, I am walking to my bike, having decided that this is really the best way for me to get there, even though it's being problematic. Then I run into my old friend, Charles Bukowski. So I'm like, "Bukowski, what's up?"

Then I see that he is with this old dude, a friend of his whom I somehow also know socially. The old dude is some sort of bike collector, or maybe he is just a junk collector, but near his shack, or shop, is a bike JUST LIKE MINE! It's a white peugeot. I'm covetous of his bike. I'm like, hey... my bike is sort of broken, can't I have yours?

Then I walk up to take a better look at the bike, which is halfway inside the shack, and it turns out his bike is a tandem! So I say, "okay guys, I'm going to this gathering on the beach, and it's going to be really nice and chill, so you should come. You'd like it. You can ride your peugeot and I can ride mine."

So Bukowski wants to ride on the second seat, because he is drunk. They ride up and down the hills with me, to the beach. The party was fun. Even for Bukowski, I think. 0 Comments:

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